Time To Remember by Sandra Hurst

November Prompt: Oh. Before I forget...

Spit shined boots and far away eyes,
Look past you at comrades that never came home.
It’s time to remember.
 
The silence, a poppy, A pittance of time,
A poem dragged up from school days long ago.
It’s time to remember.
 
We’ll meet again and Sweet Lily Marlaine,
Auschwitz and Buchhold, and Kaslo, BC.
It’s time to remember.
 
Quavering voice in a long Checkout line,
Halting and fumbling, with faltering steps.
Now is the time to remember.
 
Crumbs on his shirt and stains on his pants,
Mind not quite certain and steps not quite sure.
This too, is the time to remember.

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