Memorial Day

by Tamera Thomas

Why do we look for loved ones gone before

in perfect lawns or imperfect forest?

Why buy dead flowers to live forever atop dry bones?

Why an annual visit to a symbol carved from stone?

A reminder of a heartbeat once vibrant now gone.

We should reunite with them in every

falling raindrop

blooming flower

changing leaf

floating snowflake

cooling breeze

by making a daily visit to our hearts.

Tamera Thomas ©1993