Memorial Day Reflections (written by Elaine Sycks)

On this quiet Memorial Day morning, flags breathe in the breeze. The robins fly about through the sky, and somewhere, a folded triangle of red, white and blue rests against a mother’s heart. We walk between the headstones, our footsteps careful, as if the earth itself were listening. Here represents summers unspent, letters unopened, ringsContinue reading “Memorial Day Reflections (written by Elaine Sycks)”

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