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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
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
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

©Kathy Collier  5 - 2012

*I am not sure where the church at the top is located
I thought it looked like my father's family cemetery


My Father and Mother


music  -  Abide With Me  -  James Last



Ecclesiastes 3: 1 - 4   (KJV)

1. To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3. A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4. A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;


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