The Wall Was Written While Reflecting On Veterans Day. My Husband Spent 30 Years In The Army. The Viet Nam War Was A Huge Part Of Our Lives. Poem by B. V. Dahlen

The Wall

That somber wall,
endlessly unfolding,
etched with shadows,
engraved in tears,
looms black in the sunrise.
It mirrors the grief of families
friends, compatriots.
Flowers flags and tokens
slant against the lower ledge..
tributes to the fallen.
And through the seasons
those who visit
often come to share
a blessed birth,
with sleepy chubby cheeks
reflecting over Grand dad's name..
in common grief..
"and Mom is there with you now."
Simple, sharing, needing
to touch your name.
Connecting even today
with the father, daughter,
uncle, brother, sister
son, husband or friend
Who gave so much.
We will remember.