Marsha Burks Megehee|
So many names glisten in the Sun
So many hearts still, like black stone
So many mysteries hide the missing ones
So many tears, red Roses weep alone
So many feel The Spirit of The Wall
As if some magic blessing lingers there
Remembering our Heroes one and all
The Wall, so many names, so many prayers
A pilgrimage to where true courage lies
Where thousands stop to touch a name and pray
Above the reverence, someone's mother cries
A brother got a new red Rose today
I reach to touch your name to say "It's me."
I feel a tiny brush of Angel wings
As if to say, "My spirit is now free"
The Wall, The Names, and remembering.
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