Memorial Day - I Thank You

To those who fought,
and those who died;
for every flag
raised high with pride;

To mother, son,
or widowed bride;
for all the tears
that have been cried;

To those who pushed
all fear aside;
for every soul
life was denied...

I thank you.


Kristina M. Hooper
Copyright © 11/10/2009

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  1. JosephineMonday, 31 May, 2010

    Thank you...

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  2. KristinaTuesday, 01 June, 2010

    Hi there, Finetta...thank you for reading my blog. Do you have a blog through blogspot?

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