I have often gone to the vietnam memorial with my dad. Often friends or others would ask what does the wall mean?
One night I got to thinking about that question and the following poem was a way to relate the feelings those who go there possibly feel from my experiance.
As we walk down this path of forgotten men,
Brothers, husbands, nephews and best friends.
I see his eyes start to drift deep into a black, cold marble wall.
His body is still here, but I know his mind and heart are elsewhere.
A hand reaches out, fingers stretch, eyes focused.
Focused on a solitary name, just a name to me,
But to him so much more.
A name full of memories,
Memories full of pain and sorrow.
His hand finds that cold dark wall.
Quickly, he withdraws it back to his chest,
As if the cold black wall had bitten him.
I see a tear roll up from his dark hurt swollen eyes,
And I know.
I Know that the wall did hurt.
Hurt his soul,
Hurt his heart.
Brought on by a name, a solitary name.
The tear rolls down his face, as he clutches his hand.
I try to help, but can not.
For I can never understand, what he feels.
At that moment I look down the wall, and see
Hundreds more men just like my dad.
Each focused on a name,
Hand clutched,
Tear falling.
Focused on a thousand solitary names
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I've often wanted to put this in video form, and mainly want to get actual video and pictures of my own plus have it spoken instead of texted.
But this is the first step to getting there.
thank you for sharing this and your wonderful poem...
Remembering Capt. William R. Finn who went missing in Laos 12/24/1971. I remember the day I found you on the wall, so many tears for a man I never knew. I got your bracelet 38yrs. ago my friend, your memory lives on in my heart, you are my hero...
lindaleigh69 1 year ago