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Is It Memorial Day Again? |
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Sometime yesterday morning I read
Where somebody
quietly, truthfully said,
"Memorial Day isn't special for
me,
From some memories I'll never be free."
Whoever it was, those words rang true:
Back through time,
out of the blue,
Sometimes unbidden recollection stirs
And another old memory slowly recurs.
A picture, an
aroma, a snatch of song
Bring back the scenes, clear and
strong:
A mother's smile, a lover's touch,
The
faithful friend who meant so much,
The brother,
always relied upon,
Whose passing was like the death of
the sun;
A few acid-etched memories from the war
Constantly hover near my mind's door.
Memories, all
stored in my very own way,
That have no need for a
special day. |
Cadet Harlan F. Woodfork died
in his sleep at age nineteen just before he was to return to
college "... Whose passing was like the death of the sun..." |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2005
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March 28, 2011 |
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