Faye Sizemore

REMEMBER ME

‘Remember me…
Remember me…’
they call…
more than fifty-eight thousand
names on a Wall
Shall we ever forget…
We have not yet
Will there ever come a time
when we cannot call these names to mind
No… No… I say…
perhaps not until
the Earth’s last day
we will never forget…
Until there is no sound in the darkness…
save the echo of the last sun’s set
and still even then…
not silent yet…
the spirits of the Wall may whisper
their names again… and again…

Author’s Note: This poem inspired Anthony Pahl to write the following response:

I have heard those whispers also, my dear friend. You are correct – they will always be remembered; trails of blood and tears lead the forgetful mind to the maelstrom that is contained in that valley of black granite, and while the granite stands, so shall the memory of their lives and deaths remain. While that is so, we whose names are behind the wall, will ever be reflected.

… this, in turn, led to the poem, “Whispers” ©Copyright July 3, 2005 by Anthony W. Pahl