It's a deep, dark November in
my soul, even though the sun
is shining. The wind sniffs
around my shoulders, seeking
a way into the marrow, chilling
me to the bone. You should
be standing tall at my side ----
instead, I lay tear dampened
poppies at your feet. Damn
this war. Your name chiseled
on a headstone is not the
legacy you wanted to pass on
to our son ---- but it is one
I'll make sure he won't forget.
It is a legacy of immense pride and commitment to noble causes. It is just so unfortunate that ultimate sacrifice was required. Karla, a riveting reminder of the sacrifices for freedom, peace and humanitarian causes my dear friend. Jon Michael
No one with a son or daughter should have their epitaphs carved onto a stone for that son or daughter to have to read one day...bring our boys home...ed
Sheila
peace, Carole~
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(