When we think of Memorial Day, what is it to me,

Is it the looked forward to barbecues with friends?

Maybe the beach and lying in the sun,

Going to the park with our children, relaxing.

Is it watching movies, drinking cold beer for the day,

Going away camping, forgetting the troubles in our way.

My father traveled the oceans, sailed the seven seas,

A navy man in the Korean war, his journal tells me

Of all the places, lands where he would be.

I hold in my possession the poetry he wrote on a ship

In a time of war,

The things I have to remember him by are not just

In a wooden box, they are stored in my heart.

When the sounds of planes, jets, or what flies on

Memorial Day,

Listen carefully, for the ones you love, miss, or lost.

Think of them today. for those who are lost, missing,

Who gave their lives for what they believed.

Pray for all of them, the thousands of family members

Who rest together in heaven.

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