Unknown, But Unforgotten
Their names might have been
Jones, or Smith, or Brown, or White…
I surely don’t know,
Nor does anybody else,
But I owe them gratitude.
For whoever they
Were, from wherever they came,
They gave up their lives
To provide me with freedom,
And now they are lost, unknown.
No family comes
Shedding saddest tears, laying
Upon the tomb, whispering
Their quiet prayers of blessing.
Yet, they are not quite
Forgotten, because someone
They are greatly missed, hearts grieve
Waiting for them to return.
I owe them honor…
I will not ever forget
Those unnamed ones who
Might have been Joneses, Smiths, Browns,
Whites, or so many others.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
I am grateful:
1. I have such a fertile imagination.
2. I have some wonderful friends all though I may never know all of them in person.
3. Computers have brought people closer together who live at a distance.
4. We have air conditioning and refrigerators.
5. We live in the country instead of inside the city.
This Tuesday has been quite a good day. I hope things went well for you also. If you have not already put your imagination to work today, I encourage you to do it now. You will never know what you may accomplish if you fail to make an effort. Do as I do and just begin putting words on paper and let it lead you where it will. The world awaits the genius of your sharing.
As a prompt, write about something unknown or forgotten. This could go in many directions and could lead to creation of new worlds. Wherever it takes you, write your poem, story, or journal entry down and share the link to your work in the comments below.
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