Oft seen riding the wind,
the old red, white and blue
is a reminder to me.
To be thankful,
and celebrate the freedom
given us by our forebears.
Through their sacrifice,
love, courage, and loss of life
so many brave people gave their best to us.
So I bow my head,
and whisper a silent prayer
of gratitude for those brave souls.
But then I raise my eyes,
heavenward and to the skies
and proclaim aloud from within my heart:
“I pray someday we can have a new Memorial Day,
where we remember the death of all war
but do not mourn it as we have our friends.”