Tears Of Remembrance To Fallen Heroes

I can still remember each and every time I found myself keeping watch

Standing slightly off-center, reading the many smiles of my grandmother

Her eyes always sparkled when she was imparting wisdom

Almost as if an alarm went off, silent to everyone around her, expect for me

Without any spoken words, she communicated exactly what needed said

Despite the degree of the angle, those sparkling eyes always captured me

And as if influenced by some sort of loving sorcery, I was there, front and center

As a child, I moved swiftly and without clear direction, no matter where the place

In passing the lines of tombstones on Memorial Day, I slowed to get a better view

Wives, mothers, and children gathered in groups, congregating under shade trees

Their eyes moist with round after round of genuine heartfelt tears of sorrow

I gawked as if on a tour at the collective misery, not quite certain what to say or do

Glancing at my grandmother for a mere second, hoping for a sparkling message

The smile was a graceful reminder that some moments are not meant for sharing

Humbly I understood, and a rush of rawness overcame me for a brief moment

My pace slowed to a crawl, losing the energy of randomness young boys carry

I stepped off of the manicured greenery and felt a slight shame for disturbing it

My eyes cast downward, only focusing on the dark concrete walkways ahead

The soft touch on my shoulder lifted my wounded spirit and I turned to see

And there she stood, frail but proud in her eighty-fifth year, and she smiled

But this smile was just one of those old fashioned, “I Love You” smiles

And as I took her hand in mine, neither of us spoke. We simply moved on

Through the resting place of so many heroes and heroines, we walked

Fathers, Mothers, Wives, Brothers, Sons, Children, Daughters, and Friends

Their sacrifice something no measuring tool can possibly gauge

Remembered for moments and deeds that made the difference for everyone

My grandfather is buried here, his life given so freely, given for freedom

Tears of remembrance for someone I never met, but someone who so loved me

 

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

3 thoughts on “Tears Of Remembrance To Fallen Heroes

  • December 13, 2016 at 5:58 PM
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    Such a loving grandmother who understood the perplexities of a little boy. It is a very touching moment when you write of the sudden switch of being a fast little boy with aimless goals to fully understanding what your grandmother conveyed in silence. I love the line “The smile was a graceful reminder that some moments are not meant for sharing”. This speaks of a loving and beautiful bond between a boy and his grandmother. Great work, Ralph.

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  • December 13, 2016 at 7:09 PM
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    Awesome read Ralph, enjoyed it very much

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  • December 14, 2016 at 5:18 PM
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    A heart-warming piece Ralph, in remembrance of those who gave their lives for freedom, and of family and memories that forever rest in the heart. great work.

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