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Lynda McConnell

Quiet Musings
In The Silence
I didn't shift my feet at all
I didn't make a sound
as children fussed and fiddled
as wreaths lay on the ground
I didn't hear the speeches
I didn't hear the sighs
of men and women gathered
I saw them in their eyes
And in their eyes a stillness
the remnants of despair
I felt a chill run through them
as dampness filled the air
And standing in the silence
as I thought of those before
as children fussed and fiddled
I wished they'd know no war
                           - Lynda McConnell
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Context Notes: It was during a Remembrance Day service, people were quietly muttering as I muffled all sound, my mind filling instead with these words.
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