Friday, May 23, 2014

"Memorial Day" by Mrs. I. G. Braman (1910)

Memorial Day.


Memorial Day! It does not mean to me

        A soldier marching by with martial tread,

Nor yet a grave marked by a waving flag

        Amid the quiet bivouac of the dead.

To me it means a head of yellow curls,

        A pair of sweet brown eyes uplift to mine;

Two dear red lips, two little dirty hands,

        A sturdy step—my soldier boy of nine.

It means a little, broken, silent drum,

        A dusty soldier-cap of red and gold;

A little flower-strewn mound—ah me, how short!

        Where sleeps my soldier boy just nine years old.

        Watervliet, N. Y.

Troy Times. May 28, 1910

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