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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

Context Notes: It was during a Remembrance Day service,
people were quietly muttering nearby as my mind muffled all sound and began to fill with words that spoke of the fog laden ceremony and the atmosphere of love, grief and honor that hung in the silence. When it was over, these words had been arranged.
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