Christina A. Sharik


The silent souls are marching
to a silent cadence now,
dressed, medaled and beribboned
they’re proud to show us how –
It’s hard to march in step, you know,
when the cadence call is mute.
I never forget what I can’t see –
so I give a sad salute
to the silent souls still on parade
in a long, straight, quiet row…
on a parade ground full of wildflowers
where Peace and Honor grow.