On a day of remembrance,

I bow my head,

to pay homage to the ones I lost,

Over there, in Vietnam,

To the guns and mortars,

The V.C and napalm,

I hear the cries of the children,

Down there in My Lai,

The sobs of the mothers nesting in Saigon,

The screams of the innocent

On Christmas eve,

I try to forget the sounds of war,

But on and on they go,

Running through my mind like ghosts haunting the yard,

Searching for the pain I locked away,

The door will open on this day of remembrance,

To let my pain run through to your heart,

One time a year.



BY:  April Romine