Rena May Hough
KEEPER OF MEDALS
I asked the Keeper of Medals,
“Who among our people went to war:”
“Oh many” he said, then began
counting on twisted fingers their names.
“There was my Dad, your Granddad Sam,
There was my Brother, your Uncle Buzz,
There was my Uncle Roy, I was named
after him you know…………
Then there was…………”
The Keeper of Medals continued,
till he’d counted upon twisted fingers
of both hands.
“You know” he said,
Dereck Wishart and I
are the only living descendants left,
of our soldiers,
who fought in World War One.
I think, the time has come
to pass these medals on.”
©Copyright July 2002 by Rena May Hough
Author’s Note: Dedicated to My Dad, Roy George Hough, who has always remembered them. Now, it’s my turn to remember them.