Memories

The bloodied defender,
Rising from puddles of life,
Numbers the dead that attacked,
Mourns the dead that protected.

Memorizing each name and face,
Child-like Joy,
Ever beautiful Happiness,
Quiet Hope,
Shining Dreams,
Tender Love,
Bright Desire,
Bold Determination,
Spirited Life.

Out of all,
All who were killed,
Why should only Memories remain?

Preparing,
Knowing there is no time,
No time to bury the dead,
No time to heal.

Turning to face the way,
The place the attacks did come,
Noting the wave after wave of attacks on their way,
Thinking of those lost,
And with each thought a host appears,
All still stand with Memories.