Memorial Day

The red, the white and the blue,
It flies for me; it flies for you;
Many soldiers have bled and died,
Many families have wept and cried.

Our freedom is a precious gift,
It gives our spirit such a lift;
Bought with blood that was shed,
Given by God who is our head.

When injustice raises its ugly face,
Cries from the graves of disgrace
Can be heard in our hearts,
So we must all do our part.

Memorial Day reminds us of these,
Those who died and paid the fees;
Give thanks to God every day
For those who fought and forged the way.

By God's will we are free,
But so many didn't live to see;
We thank God for granting this,
But our loved ones we'll always miss.

©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2013


This poem was written in honor of my brother-in-law
Robert who served in the Air Force and considered
Memorial Day one of our most important holidays.