It was a rural scene
rolling hills covered in green grass
trees in full foliage for the blooms were all gone
The blue sky was streaked with buttermilk clouds
high in the sky covering the bright shining sun
Around the bend in the road I could see
the little church with it cemetery at the side
Day lilies waved in the breeze
greeting all of the visitors who came to spend the Memorial Day here
I parked in the area under the trees
I rolled the windows down so the car would not get to hot
People I had not seen in many years were smiling and waving hello
Many hugs were given and hands shakes
I thought to myself 'how did they get so old looking
and I not change a bit'
Tables covered with white cloths were on the lawn
They were loaded down with delicious looking food
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The Pastor down at the end of the long table
raised his hand for us to be quiet
We bowed our head and he led in prayer
He thanked God for all of the ones who were there
He thanked God for the ones buried in the cemetery on the side of the church
He thanked God for the ones who were on foreign soil fighting to protect us
After everyone had eaten their fill
we sang songs and the Pastor read Scriptures and reminded us of God's love
We walked in the cemetery carrying flowers to place on the graves
of our love ones who had gone on
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It was my father's family cemetery
everyone there was or had been kin to me in someway
I found my little Irish Grannie's resting place beside her was my Granddad
tears filled my eyes as I remembered her touch and love - I did not remember my grandfather
There was my Father and Mother and by them
was my little twin brothers who only lived a few hours
Aunts and uncles was buried there and my uncle who was killed in The Battle Of Normandy
I never knew him but I remember how my father talked of him and missed him
Small flags graced the graves of those
who had fallen in battle and those who had served America in the military
The grave of my cousin had his picture on the grave stone
I remembered the last time I saw him
I was just a youngster he had stopped to visit us
on his way out west to bootcamp he was rugged and handsome
He was sent to Korea I never saw him again
I placed the lilies on his grave and wiped away tears
The place was silent for a moment for we all were
remembering special times and special loves