MEMORIAL DAY
It was raining
that day
in the Veterans Cemetery ….
Rain rested silently
on top of the marble stones ....
It was row after row after row
after row of names and numbers ....
It was worn out forgotten flowers ….
Then we got to our brother.
We stood there -
each remembering - in our own way -
the moments and memories
we had when he was with us.
Tears were bouncing off and
pinging our umbrellas.
Tears of rain began resting
silently and salty on our faces.
Iraq - another war
that was wrong -
wrong - for US and for the Iraqis
Who says it doesn’t rain in the desert?
Who says mistakes are never made?
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2018
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