This was the day
that marked summer for me,
wearing white shoes
and counting farm stands
selling strawberries
on the way home.
Now, I find respite in ritual
whether I am placing flags
or arranging geraniums
or counting from memory
how many guns were fired
the day we put you in the earth
Finally alone.
I salute you
Thanks, Paul!
So much to remember on Memorial Day.
My Dad’s committal service is in June…don’t know how I’ll handle the gun salute. Warm thoughts your way my friend, and bless the fathers we loved…xo
Powerful! The dead live in the memory of the living!
“or counting from memory
how many guns were fired
the day we put you in the earth”
so powerful.