Her hands are clammy. She attempts to wipe them on her skirt.
Her throat is dry. She takes a sip of stale water.
Her eyes are swollen. She tries to hold back the tears that have fallen for days.
Her legs are weak. She still has to walk in front of all these people.
She traces her finger along the flag laden coffin and the tears flow once again.
In front of everyone, her voice shakes, her hands tremble, her eyes throb.
She begins. “The legacy of heroes are the stories they leave behind with the ones they love.”
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I'm a day late, but can you ever put a time frame on thanking those who have fought and remembering those who have died? Thank you to all the soldiers and their families who have sacrificed so that we may live in this great nation.
The story is linked with Saturday Centus, a 100 word limit influenced by the prompt 'the legacy of heroes'.
A sad reality for too many. Hope you had a great Memorial Day Weekend:@)
ReplyDeleteAnd yet there are others more than willing to take their place, to protect and serve...your word not just scratched the walls of my heart but seeped into my soul....moving, harsh yet tender words.
ReplyDeleteExcellent job Christy !
ReplyDeleteVivid description, so well written I felt as though I was there !!!
Your postscript was awesome too !
Touching Centus, Christy.
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This is so poignant and heart-stabbing. It's a wonderful poem that says so much. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteNamaste..........cj
Oh my goodness. What a heart wrenching little gem of a story. This was so beautifully crafted. Amazing writing.
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