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

Is it the looked 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 ar 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. Keith Garrett