A tear slides down her cheek and spills
its dampness on her pillow in the night.
She lies awake and wonders if this ache
within her heart will ever fade away.
She conjures up a tepid smile in hope of
banning demons to the corners of
her mind.
But dullness in her eyes betrays the sadness that she hides
so well as she throws the curtains
open at the start of yet another lonely day.
There’s a grave that lies within the soil of a country on
the far side of the sea
Beneath the cross there lies a man who gave his life in the
fight for liberty.
This is the day we set aside to remember those who paid the
price
For we know too well that freedom is not free.
