Taps, the words and the memories


Day is done,
Gone the sun
From the lakes,
From the hills,
From the sky.
All is well,
Safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fading light
Dims the sight,
And a star
Gems the sky
Gleaming bright.
From afar
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise
For our days
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky.
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh

Blessed are the memories remaining.


About moonbridgebooks

Co-author of Cherry Blossoms in Twilight, a WWII Japan memoir of her mother's childhood; author of Poems That Come to Mind, for caregivers of dementia patients; Co-author/Editor of Battlefield Doc, a medic's memoir of combat duty during the Korean War; life writing enthusiast; loves history and culture (especially Japan), poetry, and cats
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