Thurman P. Woodfork
MEMORIAL DAY ~ SUMMER BEGINS
A moment’s pause by Grandma’s grave;
Then a heartfelt salute for those who gave
Their all in one of the many wars
And departed this life on some foreign shore.
Let’s leave a rose for Daddy dear,
And bless Mama’s stone with a jeweled tear.
The memories are warm on this special day
Of all of those who have gone away.
With a final sigh, our duties are done;
A glance at our watch tells us we must run
To catch the sales at some of the shops
And then prepare the ribs and chops
For the usual holiday gala cookout.
Isn’t that what this day is all about?
©Copyright May 23, 2003 by Thurman P. Woodfork