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Alone At The Wall
Closing her eyes Her fingers gently touch the memorial wall, Tracing the name Of one whose face she can barely recall. The early morning wind Tosses her hair, For just a brief moment She imagines him there. But eons ago She laid him to rest In his uniform of blue With his badge shining proudly on his chest. She thinks she hears his voice Above the rising wind, Bringing to life Long forgotten memories once again. As the warm wind Caresses her face, She pretends to her aching heart, That she feels his embrace. Opening her eyes, Alone, once again, at the wall, She traces his name with her tears As they fall on the cold marble wall.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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