I was not there.
I did not see the blood and gore
Or know the terror
Of a war.
*
I did not grieve
When friends were lost
Or mourn the maimed
Or human cost.
*
I did not fight
Nor lose my sons
To mustard gas
Or tommy guns.
*
I did not scream,
I did not bleed,
I did not die
In bitter need.
*
I was not born,
I heard their hell
In silent words
They would not tell.
*
I was not there
I could forget
The sacrifice they made
And yet…
*
That I am here,
That I am free,
And not deny
My ancestry
*
That I can choose
Forget…or care…
The gift is theirs,
For they were there.
*
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Wonderful celebration of their sacrifices.
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Thanks Bernadette.
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I love your poem Sue. It speaks volumes for those of us that are the receivers of this thing we call freedom, it was not a given, and your post reminds us of that. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Patricia. No, this freedom was dearly bought. We owe them peace.
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That’s a beautiful commemoration.
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But never enough.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Thank you Sue, for saying what I wanted to, but didn’t have the words…
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This was so beautiful, Sue! Thank you for putting into words what we feel! Love to you and Ani! @v@ ❤
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Thank you Viv…and for reblogging.
Love and hugs from Ani and me xxx
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Reblogged this on The Owl Lady.
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A very heartfelt poem, Sue. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Tracy.
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We owe them do much!
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Indeed we do.
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Reblogged this on carsonrenomysteryseries.com.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful. Thank you!
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Thanks, Marilyn.
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This certainly speaks for so many of us, Sue. Thank you xx
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Thanks, Judy. x
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Thank you for these beautiful words!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You are welcome.
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Fine poem of remembrance, Sue.
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Thank you, Eliza.
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Reblogged this on Margie's Creations.
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Wow. Words with emotion. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thanks, Tess. ❤
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You are welcome, Sue. ❤
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** blinks through the tears** … bloody brilliant! 😀
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Poignant and moving, Sue. And the perfect poppy.
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