26 June 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2780: commemorate

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We bear in mind with the passing of days, We honour the echo in soft, solemn approaches. To commemorate is to respire withinside the past, To allow each reminiscence tenderly last.

Not all this is long gone has in reality moved on, For their spirit stays aleven though the frame is long gone. A candle can also additionally flicker, a bell can also additionally chime, But love held in coronary heart defies even time.

In silence we collect, in crowds or alone, With flowers, with whispers, with arms became to stone. We stroll over time with reverent feet, Marking every sorrow, every pleasure we repeat.

A grandfather`s hat hung nevertheless at the wall, A sister's snort which you all of sudden recall. The call of a hero etched deep withinside the flame, A place, or a moment, or only a call.

We commemorate now no longer simply what resulted in grief, But training as soon as taught, or long-held belief. The struggle, the triumph, the dream they inspired, The manner that they lived, the hearts they rewired.

In flags which are raised or half-staffed withinside the breeze, In folded arms and bent, quiet knees. We discover approaches to talk whilst phrases are too few, When pronouncing good-bye is just too tough to do.

A march for a cause, a statue in mild, A vigil held deep withinside the coronary heart of the night. A melody played, or a dance another time done, So that the misplaced are remembered via way of means of everyone.

A mother, a martyr, a chum who as soon as stayed, A love that persevered aleven though the seasons decayed. We honour the fallen now no longer with mere stone, But via way of means of how we stock their spirit as our own.

To commemorate is to ensure they live, To provide what we have, to nevertheless learn, nevertheless provide. Their lives have been the chapters, their days have been the lines, And we're the poets who examine thru the signs.

So mild up the lantern, sing out the song, Their story`s now no longer over — it nevertheless marches on. For so long as we collect and whisper their call, The hearthplace stays, the soul remains aflame.

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