I sat upon
a park bench
Beside The
Wall and cried.
Others must have wondered
Was she a
Vietnam bride?
Was she
someone's sister?
Or was she
just a friend?
I'm not
sure why I chose your name
From
fifty-eight thousand men.
Looking
from the other side
I'm sure
you wondered who
Was
shedding tears of sorrow,
This
woman you never knew?.
Reflecting
in the mirrored stone-
Who
mourned what might have been.
A young
man full of promise-
Vietnam! -
The Ho Chi Minh!
One red
rose for a soldier .
One name
that seemed to call.
From the
other side a whisper...
"They're
no strangers...at The Wall!"
