Faye Sizemore

ARLINGTON ON THURSDAY

Arlington National CemetaryIn my mind
I can see
rows upon rows
stretching seemingly
away into eternity
A blanket of green
and rows…
so many rows
of white crosses…
all very pristine
I can hear
hear echoes of salutes
volleys of twenty one guns
saying ‘well done’
There are tears
… tears in my eyes
for my heart cries
for the lost loves
lying here
Fathers and sons…
grandfathers and brothers…
husbands and wives
… now forever lovers
My heart has seen this through
another’s eyes
as his tears fell
from mine
and ever so silently…
my ears felt the
echoes of his sighs…

Author’s Note: For Woody and his sister, Doris Elaine Woodfork Norton