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
We all wait for something every day. Whether it’s the coffee brewing or standing in line at the grocery store. It’s a way of life, and to me, it is not a big deal, but many can’t abide waiting.
I have plenty of patience and never more so than when I was pregnant. The wait of nine months was an incredible journey of learning! Each trimester having its own special identity and feeling. Then at the end is priceless and precious gift!
Although we tend to look at a transition as something in forward motion and progressing, it can also represent a backward motion. Personally I found a difficult transition was forcing myself to look back and face old demons that had been allowed to shape my life. It was only by confronting them and choosing to do things differently that I could freely transition to a better place.