At The Wall
The names, fathers and brothers,
carved in stone for all to read.
Memories, left behind
Old sandals, torn and tattered.
Survivors, Sons and Mothers.
The tears, openly spilling,
flow like rain from other Springs.
Suffering, remembered
The lives, lost and shattered.
A touch, perhaps fulfilling.
So many, like children they come,
seeking reasons long forgotten.
Questions, unanswered
The dreams, gone and scattered.
Silence, prayers for some.
Lessons unlearned, so much pain,
it happens so many times.
Deaths, unheeded
The soldiers, how much it mattered.
Healing, again and again.