I can tell that they are preparing to leave, and I try to take a mental picture of them together, Because I don't know when I will see them again. I wouldn't blame them if they were not to return, And can only thank them that I was not forgotten My wife and Momma near The Wall for one final touch, And so many years of indecision, fear and sorrow are let go. As they turn to leave, I feel my tears that had not flowed for so many years, Form as if dew drops on the other side of The Wall. They slowly move away with only a glance over their shoulders. My son suddenly stops and slowly returns. He stands straight and proud in front of me and snaps a salute. Something draws him near The Wall and he puts his hand upon etched stone And touches my tears that had formed as dew drops on the face of The Wall . . . And I can tell that he senses my presence and the pride and love I have for him. He falls to his knees and the tears flow from his eyes And I try my best to reassure him that it's all right, And the tears do not make him any less of a man. As he moves back wiping the tears from his eyes, he silently mouths, "God Bless you, Dad . . . . "God Bless, YOU, Son . . . we WILL meet someday, but in the meanwhile, Go on your way . . there is no hurry . . . there is no hurry at all. As I see them walk off in the distance, I yell out to them And everyone there today, as loud as I can: THANK YOU FOR REMEMBERING..........THANK YOU ALL  FOR REMEMBERING. . . . And as others on this side of The Wall join in, I notice that the U.S. Flag, Old Glory, that so proudly flies in front of us everyday, Is flapping and standing proudly straight out in the wind from our gathering numbers this day. . And we shout again, and . . . again . . . . . . and again . ..

A true Poem of dedication...It's all in the power of words.  =)