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A Remembrance Of

Gone, but never forgotten

Are thee,

By mothers, fathers,

Brothers, or me.

I read your name

By soft moon glow,

Imaging the face

That I’ll never know.

Did your mother

Once kneel here and cry,

Refusing to say

That last goodbye?

Did your father’s tears

Trace your name,

Giving a voice

To his anger and pain?

Your carved name

Will forever stand,

A remembrance of

A fallen man.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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