“In the echoes of our past, where memories of war and reflections of strife intertwine, we find the enduring strength of love. Let this legacy guide future generations to cherish peace and nurture the tender gift of life.”
In fields where memories softly lie,
Whispers of war, a distant sigh,
Echoes of battles long since gone,
Paint the dusk of a forgotten dawn.
Winds carry tales of love and loss,
Of soldiers’ steps on dewy moss,
Their laughter bright, their fears concealed,
In letters home, their hearts revealed.
Beneath the sky of twilight’s grace,
The moon reflects each solemn face,
Where shadows dance on silent ground,
In every heart, the past is found.
Glimpses of hope in shattered dreams,
Tears like rivers, gentle streams,
From trenches deep to skies above,
A journey paved with pain and love.
The scars of war, both seen and hidden,
Remind us of all of lives unbidden,
Yet in the end, through darkest night,
Love emerges, pure and bright.
For in the depths of human strife,
There blooms the tender gift of life,
A promise kept, a vow renewed,
In love’s embrace, we are made whole,
In love’s reflection, we find our soul.
For Those in the memory of great name, and the inheritance of great example- OM LOVE
