Memorial Day Poem by B.J. Ayers

Remembering Memorial Day

Eight young men, special in my mind,
Special to me, special to their families,
A father of four, a friend of more,
Where do we find them, men of this kind?

They leave their families for far away places,
Some never return, but all very special,
They leave their children, never to see,
Yet we remember them, we see their faces.

They sacrifice all, for you and me,
To preserve our freedoms, to protect us all,
In my mind, each and every day,
A special day of honor, for the faces I see,

We live in freedom, because of so many,
Sacrifices given, for you and me,
With no hesitation, they do it each day,
They sacrifice all, for the land of plenty,

Many return, while others remain,
The pain they suffer, the memories they keep,
Within themselves, never to speak,
We remember their suffering; we share their pain,

Husbands and wives, to sacrifice all
Fathers, brothers, and sisters they come,
Where do we find them, we always ask,
A question asked, yet they always stand tall,

We must never forget, the path they pave,
So we might live, with freedoms we share,
The many faces, for the country they save,

God bless them all,
Lest we never forget,
Our veterans so many,
They stand so tall.