Remembered Together Poem by arboreslorien sapientia

Remembered Together



On the famous shore,
In the misty morning,
I hear the birds sing.
Among the flowers;
a sea of graves,
a testament to their sacrifice.
The brave who fell,
too young and too innocent to die
but who gave their lives,
so that we may live free.
To fight an enemy,
a man like you with a heart and soul,
who would die like you for his country.
Alike in life, and the same in death.
The message of a family who has lost someone dear,
is carved in stone to mark where he lies.
What does a mother say to her son who lies in a land far away?
What matter is his death was noble,
or he died a hero?
What use is a medal, when you have lost a son?
But we must be proud of what they gave,
the penultimate gift.
Could this place of peace really have been a battlefield?
Nature’s scars may have healed,
yet the wounds of the mothers go too deep.
As the dawn light shines on the waves,
I salute you; Johnnies and Mehmets.
May your rest be long and your sleep deep,
You are remembered together.

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