Remembering
small and round, weathered by wind and water
i hold a pebble in my hand, smooth and cool.
its weight is slight, it takes no space,
it sits in my palm, cradled and safe.
imagine the beach, pebble strewn, water lapped,
salty tang on lips, wind blown tears on lashes.
see the pebbles tumble in the waves, million upon million.
feel the pebble in my hand, taste salt on my lips,
see the millions marching, stumbling, tumbling,
onwards to the unknown.
place a pebble on stone, hot wind upon my cheek,
salty tears on lashes, weeping for the millions lost.
six million pebbles, a towering cairn, each placed with love.
whisper a name, one for every pebble.
always remember.
keep them in your heart.
every one of the six million loved,
as you do,
hoped,
as you do,
dreamed,
as you do.
every one of the six million left a mark,
a hole in the heart of the world.
always remember.
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