In Memoriam

In Memoriam

I walked amongst the uniform graves,

Wandering through the dewy grass,

The sky was pink and the shadows fade,

The sun shone on those who had breathed their last.

Wilting flowers and crude, carved words,

White stone faces, stiff and cold,

As I heard the cry of morning birds,

And imagine their stories, once vividly told.

I noticed a girl who walked alone,

Holding roses as red as blood,

Laying them tenderly on every stone,

Leaving not a grave untouched.

I gently fingered a scarlet petal,

As the sun broke over the evergreens,

In memoriam of a daring general,

Who gave his life for his country.

Memorial’s Day, these people unknown,

But she honored each one, in morning’s light,

If only we all gently cared for the names on each stone,

In memoriam of all who gave their lives.