REMEMBER ME
This long black wall is somber,
true.
Name after name of those
who died for you,
And as I sit and weep beneath
a tree
I hear them scream, 'REMEMBER
ME'.
I touch the granite stone.
It's cold.
Their average age was but
twenty years old.
They hardly left their mother's
knee!
"Remember me. PLEASE,
remember me".
Vietnam was so very far away.
Their call was duty, not
for play.
Our country had a pledge
to keep.
They answered it.
We stayed to weep.
I reach to touch each name
I can.
Some left, a boy; returned
a man.
The others are upon this
wall I see
I hear them whisper, "Remember
me".
Posted: 15 April 2001