' Memories ' Poem by John Michael Marroquin

Thoughts come knocking on the front door.. who will remember the little boy next door?
A Innocent life taken in such brutal tragedy.. who will remember Randy?

Incident's that occurred are like a silver screen on a stage only for ones view to see what accrued.
Men of Honor, Men with pride, Men who fought with all his might.

Buying candy for two-cents at a corner store... who will remember Grandfather at War.. or The Japanese who bombed Pearl Harbor?
Grandfather's stage was buried with him that day.. the day he came back home safe.
When Grandfather was finally called home.. all his son's were grown.. leaving Grandmother all alone.


Precious fortunes that last... some are good and some are bad.

Looking back always seems like yesterday.. painful sad emotions of those days.

These thoughts may seem to last and last..
But these thoughts are truly memories that come to pass.