It gets me every time.At our beach they gather.
To honor soldiers, loved ones... ordinary people.
Guards salute.
A cannon is fired.
The wreath is cast into the sea.
It floats away.
Far away.
A lump in my throat.
Sand in my eye.
It gets me every time.
Watercolor, 5x7, SOLD [Massachusetts]
2 comments:
Johanna, my brother passed on Memorial Day 6 years ago and was buried at sea. That makes this painting especially dear to me.
Thank you for remembering all that have gone before us.
Beckie
So glad my art brought your brother's memory to life.
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