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White Markers |
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Driving in my car
down Sepulveda Boulevard,
I caught a glimpse way off far
of shadows and white light in my eyes
When I turned around
I realized
it was a Veteran cemetery!
Thousands and thousands of white markers
lined up, row after row.
I felt your souls
crying out.
Your voices were whispers in the breeze.
You were all staring at me;
now you have my full attention.
What I see is so plain to me.
Death surrounds me everywhere
but you are not dead.
I stopped my car and made a u-turn.
That there are so many of you,
really hit me hard, as I drove up in my car.
I walked towards you
as your voice called my name.
You were telling me who you once were;
I heard your voices in the wind.
One by one
you told me who you were:
A mother's son
Buried in dirt
now marked in white.
You told me you served my country
and you paid for it with your lives
so that I and others could realize
our way of life
was bought with your death;
the Supreme Sacrifice.
Freedom comes under the wings
of others; some of them
Fathers, Sons and Bothers.
You all wore your boots
as you marched to War - a living hell.
You told who you were:
Army
Navy
Air Force
Marines
I don't really know who you are
so I sit with you for a little bit.
As I read your names,
I try to imagine
where you all have been.
I start to feel guilty;
your voices are now silent.
They bring tears to my eyes
for you paid for my freedom
with your very lives.
No, I can't imagine
where you have been
so I offer you my prayers instead.
I promise you the next time I drive by,
I will come and visit you again. |
By
Ruby Alexandra Beloz
Copyright 2002
Listed July 7, 2009
Ruby's
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