Margaret A. Brennan
The Garden Of Stone In Memory Of My Dad, Frank J Harucki 1922-1993, A Ww Ii Veteran And My Brother, Francis W. Harucki 1945-1995, A Vietnam Veteran - Poem by Margaret A. Brennan
As the families gather all around,
Together, and yet alone,
Tears fill the eyes of all who visit
Here, in the Garden of Stone.
We're remembering all the days gone by
And the happiness we had known.
While we walk with sadness in our hearts
Through the Garden of Stone.
The Flags are waving proudly;
But, at half-mast they are flown.
The wave for our quiet heroes
Within the Garden of Stone.
They lived with the torment and nightmares
Of a non-ending violent storm.
Now, they finally found peace within the walls
Of their personal Garden of Stone.
The years have left us fond memories,
But the emotions that are shown,
Are mixed with our pride and yet bitterness
Due to the Garden of Stone.
The pain will remain within me,
No matter how much I've grown,
As I kneel beside my loved one, who
Lies in the Garden of Stone.
But a voice inside brings me comfort,
Saying that from the Garden of Stone,
God is leading our fallen heroes as
The soldiers make their final march Home.
Dedicated to all the men and women who served in
The Armed Forces of The United States of America
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