On this day, we bow
our heads
to mourn with those
who mourn:
The
fathers with their heavy hearts,
The
sisters and the brothers
whose
history was torn apart,
The
husbands, wives and sweethearts,
with
amputated dreams,
The
children born to loss and
those
who never came to Be.
The
friends who hold an empty seat,
the
friends who might have been:
unique
and sacred stories
that
reach far beyond their end.
As we mourn with those
who mourn,
in solemn recognition
of
the endless cost of
war.
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