What follows is a Memorial Day poem I wrote driving from home to St. Louis the day my father's tombstone was placed on his grave. He was a Marine in WWII and died the day after Christmas from a seizure suffered the weekend after Thanksgiving leaving behind a wonderful 43 year marriage and four sons.
He never wanted to be thanked for his service; he thought that the three day weekend was the whole point he was doing his job ensuring there would be a place for his future family to live in peace instead of pieces.
Thanks, Dad!
