This poem dedicated to Ky Ellen

Poinsettia red and children singing Christmas Carols

All…Remind me of you; gleaming.

With your sweet pink cheeks, the memories that magically heralds;

Our childhood vaguely burried

In tears, in cheers and in the dust of those years

Now, caught at this time

The future; not behind

Pressing forward! Onward soldier; we march.

Our medals beam of the loves we’ve known

And those we’ve lost.

Because we dared and then shared

More of ourselves than some cared

Nonetheless…Our mothers loved us.