I find myself without words for those who we lost both home and in the aftermath of war. It is a tragedy I can’t describe in words. It is a feeling that tears me apart even after 11 years. We have come together and come so far, but we’re still so far away.
In peace and remembrance…we shall never forget.
For some reason this poem always brings me comfort.
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.