Memorial
I remember how Papa
Walked over the hill,
His face bright and shining
His voice, calm and still.
He told me he loved me
And kissed me goodbye,
And marched off to war
To do battle and die.
I remember how Mama
Stood watching him go,
And whispered a prayer
And let her tears flow.
She pulled me up close
And took hold of my hand,
And we turned and walked slowly
Across the hot sand.
I’ve never forgotten
What happened that day,
And I’ll always remember
The wind and the spray
And Papa who kissed me
And answered the call,
And Mama who loved me
And stood straight and tall.
And now the years flow
My own children live free
And I tell them of Papa
And Mama and me.
I will help them remember
Those who went and who stayed,
And the blessings they gave us
And the price that they paid.
By Lisa Marie Scotto
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