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Two Strangers at the Wall

Marsha Burks Megehee


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 The Wall!"


Copyright 2004

Marsha Burks Megehee


This site was last updated 02/08/04