Today, for Haibun Monday, Frank Tassone at D’Verse Poets, has prompted us with ‘Memorial’ as today is Memorial Day in the US.
When I think of the armed services, the memory it invokes for me is a visit to France many years ago. My mother’s first husband was killed in the D Day invasion in Word War II and was laid to rest in Bayeux, Normandy. We went with little information other than his name and regiment but thanks to the kindness of the French we found the cemetery and his grave easily.
I will never forget the miles and miles of crosses and markers throughout the French countryside, and how many had laid down their lives or us all.
Wreaths of red poppies
In honor of those who died
Lest we forget them
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Photo by corina ardeleanu on Unsplash
Thank you for sharing your personal experience. Seeing the fields of white crosses tugs at one’s heartstrings.
Thank you Beverly 🙂 Yes it did pull on the heart strings
I have never visited, but with the amount of crosses you have to remember that each tells a story.
Oh yes for sure. As was the story of my mother’s first husband. It was a very sad story.
being in amongst those crosses had to have such a deep impact on you as far as war and killing and dying
Yes it certainly did Lisa. It was the heartache that was left behind too 😢
Yes, lest we forget Christine. Heartfelt! Wonderful!
Thanks so much Rob 🙂💕
We must always remember the ones who have fallen. I cannot fully relate because my family has not lost someone at war before, but we have had a lot of us serve.
Beautiful three lines about it though!
Than you so much for your comment. No we must never forget nd of those who have served. They are all heroes 💕
I love how you evoke the scene with such vibrant imagery. Lovely haiku at the end, too! 😀
Thanks so much Frank. The scene ws very vivid and it remains with me 😢