Fiddleheads & Floss—Big Announcement!

Hello to you!

There are some exciting things going on in the world of writing. Whether you are a reader or a writer or both, you likely know the power that words can have in our lives. Today, Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services (aka—ME) has reached a milestone and I have you all to thank for it.

Writers who intend to write books must do just that—write the books. But, of course, life gets tangly. There’s this whole Covid thing. Sometimes we move to new towns, start or end relationships, wait patiently for a new grandbaby to be born. We bang our steering wheels in traffic and we curse when the delivery of groceries is not what we wanted. In short—we’re all out here adulting as best we can. It gets tiresome, right?

And I have a question for you today:

Do you think that there is more to life than this?

Really, think about that.

(Don’t worry—I promised an announcement—and it’s coming…)

But I want you to think back to a time when you were a small child and there was a wild sense of curiosity in you. Remember that time? No, no…don’t focus on the traumas or the disappointments of your childhood—focus on the child. The curiosity and often whimsical thinking of your childhood self.

There, now, you in the sandbox…you, chasing fireflies or playing ball…you with the mix-matched socks and the wild hair (and don’t care!)…let’s stay here for a while. You’ve been adulting, you’re tired, and you deserve a treat. A mental play treat. A treat made up of words that transport you to someplace else.

Sound inviting?

What’s the Big Deal?

Now for the announcement: Fiddleheads & Floss has released a second collection and it is a whimsical gift. A nature-bound playground that is waiting for your tired mind to just let go and let words. Let the power of words take you to places you really need to go. Let words whisk away the stresses of life and tickle your mind with a little good plain FUN with poetry. Sure, there are a few dark moments in there—but this book is more playful, more inviting, and more sensory-appealing than its predecessor; organic. Don’t get me wrong, organic was good—people loved it—but this new collection takes your heart and mind to a restful place where life can melt away.

Read it to yourself. Read it to your children or grandchildren. Let poetry soothe you and remind you to share those joyous and curious moments of life with them. We are so tangled in the complexities, the often weighted difficulties of life…that we need to remember our child-like souls. Our limitless dreams. I think, especially in light of last year—we need this.


As much as I needed to write this book—I think there are people out there needing to read this book.

Catch Your Fireflies!

So, my loyal fans and followers—the coolest people ever, in my humble opinion—will you show a little support? It’s easy:

✔ You can purchase your very own copy of fireflies

✔ You can share this post with your friends or forward via email to your friends and family.

✔ You can share a picture of you with your copy—on your social media—and tell others why you love the book.

✔ You can send a copy to a friend who needs a little sunshine in their life.

✔ You can leave a kind review—that helps writers SO much.

Preview of fireflies:

Back Description:

There was a time when you saw new things every time you went out into the world. The sunshine felt warmer. The clouds in the sky had names and faces. Each day brought some grand adventure and all you had to do was show up.

Who says when we grow up that all of these wondrous happenings must stop? Who says we can’t still look outside our windows and imagine all the adventures, all the joys, all the wonder life still has for us? Why shouldn’t we see the world with this type of curiosity and share that with our children, our grandchildren?

Some joys in life must be colorful, whimsical, fun, and mysterious. I see the world this way each day. Perhaps it is a coping mechanism. Perhaps it is a trauma response. Perhaps it is simply reminiscent of all those quiet hours I spent beneath a blanket as a child reading books and volumes of children’s poetry. I paint what I see and feel into poems. Because I must. Because it helps me to make sense of this world. And because I hope, you’ll come with me.

So you can see — even when the world feels dark, there is always light.

Just ask the fireflies.


Poetry Excerpts

An entire tree can be stripped bare
by ants. Let hope be persistent
as ants.

The gathered are powerful.

One by one, one piece at a time,
let a steady stream of hope carry away
all that weighs me
all that controls me
all that burdens me
still.

The gathered
are powerful.

—Let Hope Drip Here


Here it is.
A new year rising,
a great orange ball
of fire in the sky,
wearing my name
like a smile.—Tomorrows


oh yes, I’d live out my days
in the pages of a children’s book

far, far away ─ I can hear the faeries sing
turn the page dear friends

and let me climb in

—Within the Pages


A heart in the dark
learns to be
its own light.

—(Untitled)

BONUS: Fireflies features some artwork and photographs of other budding artists. I wanted to feature some visual images in this book and support other artists who are out there immersing themselves in their gifts and sharing that with the world.

Order a copy of fireflies:

Thanks, again, for being here on this journey with me. I hope you enjoy fireflies. In fact—I hope you always have fireflies in your life.

Christina M. Ward

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Take Time for the Invisible People

You’d be surprised how much they can bless you.

Image by 👀 Mabel Amber, who will one day from Pixabay

This past week I shared a story to my Substack newsletter (a free subscription service!) and since then I have received messages and had some really personal conversations with some of my readers. The story, clearly, is affecting people. I have been meaning to share it here with you all and have had quite a busy week. But here we are, Friday, the cusp of a weekend again and I think the timing is perfect to share this and set the tone for your weekend. Let’s talk about the “invisible people.”


Many of you know, I have just moved into a new apartment. New to me, anyways. I have never been a particularly sociable person and most of the time I avoid people at all costs.

But in a busy apartment complex that’s next to impossible. Instead of running for the nearest bush to hide behind whenever someone speaks to me—I am trying a new strategy. Just talk to them.

I live in a rather cheap complex. There are people of all races and ages. Most of them have pets. Many in my building and the one next to me are older and live alone. There are some areas of the complex that are ripe with drug use and other areas with children playing. There are handicapped people, loud people, some very odd people, and some that never speak to anyone. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, and lifestyles.

When someone speaks to me—I have no real way of knowing whether they are one of the pot smokers, a regular worker, a friend or foe. Sure, I can look them over and try to decide, but this isn’t a very fair assessment. If it were, everyone that lives here would think I am angry and tired. Usually I am neither but my face tells a different story. When someone lifts a hand and asks how I am doing or comments on the weather—they are giving me a chance. It seems to me, the kindest thing to do, is to do the same for them.

Invisible people. Let’s get to that. What about the people who don’t move at the same pace as everyone else. Or communicate in the ways everyone else does. The people who move through society—whether it’s their age or health condition, or simply that they are lonely—and people just pass them by without paying them any attention. The older I get, when I am moving about out in public, the more I feel like one of these invisible people. And by saying invisible people, it is less about the people and more about those who overlook them. It is about what we choose as a society to value and to give our attention. It says more about us and how we treat people.

That guy in the wheelchair gets lonely just like you do. That older lady with the little dog, well, she gets tired or bored, same as you. The ones with the drugs—I’ll leave them alone for safety reasons, but everyone else? They are fair game for pushing my own limits, and for having a little small talk.

A funny thing happens when you open yourself up this way.

You begin to enjoy the quirks and oddities of people. You hear their stories. Share in their daily habits a little and begin to get to know them a little. And well, dare I say, you might actually like them. Soon you remember their names, their dogs’ names, and they remember yours. My dog, Josie, in fact, was instrumental in pushing me a bit out of my comfort zone. Dogs bring attention. And attention I have always avoided. But little furry ice-breakers that they are, they often take the burden off of you to start conversations with people.

So, a little more each day, Josie and I go out for our walks and we get to know people. Nice people. People that just tonight had me laughing ‘till tears when one of them shared a story about walking to the mailbox with the dog’s leash and getting halfway there before she realized she had forgotten the dog back at her apartment. We laughed and laughed. A whole group of “porch sitters” just congregating in the afternoon lull and sharing a bit of conversation about life.

And with the isolation of “the Covid year”—I’d say we all need a little more of that.

Say hello to the invisible people. The not-so-Instagramable people. The regular everyday folk who aren’t necessarily doing anything spectacular, but are walking around you in the same spaces as you, feeling all those same things that you feel. Have a laugh with one of them. Learn their name. It’s a real blessing; one you may not have realized you needed.

Take care,

Christina,
one of those invisible people with a little doggie

Visiting Worthville Beach, Randleman NC

A beautiful eyesore of a place worth visiting (bring a trash bag) 

Worthville Beach Dam with piles of clothing, debris, and remnants of a campfire.—photo by author.

I am happy to visit any place with the word “beach” attached to it. But don’t get too excited about “Worthville Beach” popping up on your “places to visit near me.” Of course, it isn’t a beach at all, but rather a semi-natural area along Deep River in Randleman, NC. If you are visiting the area and want to hop over to explore, here’s a bit of what you’ll see.

Navigation & Parking at Worthville Beach

I had no issues with Maps navigating me right to the area. I was pleasantly pleased with that as I travel alone and prefer to not get lost. First off, the parking is pretty much non-existent. Since Worthville Beach is really a parcel of property along the river and nestled underneath the bridge, there’s no parking lot or pull-over area aside from this: 

Worthville Beach “parking area”—photo by author.

This is where I had to pull over and park, while cars were speeding by. I was a bit uncomfortable locking my purse in the trunk and taking a look around. It’s really nice to be out in a beautiful natural area, but not nearly as pleasant when you’re standing on the side of a semi-secluded road. The narrow dirt road leading down into the Worthville “beach” area was far too treacherous for my car to navigate, so I opted for road-side parking and a brief walk. 

Worthville Beach Is Free to Visit

There are no  attendants or parking fees. Simply park and walk or navigate the very “natural” road down to the waterside. Be prepared to park roadside unless you have a Jeep or other all-terrain vehicle. I was there after several days of rain and there was a “sandy-mud” texture to the road, which made me think even a Jeep might get stuck down in there. Drive down at your own adventurous risk.

Worthville Beach entry road—photo by author.
Worthville Beach entry road erosion—photo by author.

Once you get down to the “beach” area, it’s fairly nice. Having had several days of rain prior to my visit, the water of Deep River was fairly high and rushing. The sandy soils were soft and really do have a beachy feel. If you close your eyes and just listen to the waters flowing by, you almost imagine the sounds of the ocean as the river waters lap the shore. 

Worthville Beach Dam—photo by author.
Worthville Beach Dam with piles of clothing, debris, and remnants of a campfire.—photo by author.

More Clean Up Efforts Are Needed

Worthville Dam area is prone to litter and property damage as a somewhat secluded “party spot.” Once a year the Big Sweep volunteers, coordinated by Bob Langston, an educator and environmentalist with the N.C. Zoo, come in and clean up the area, usually in the fall of the year. When I visited in February of 2021, clearly the property had not been cleaned up in some time. There was litter, bags of trash that were ravaged by wildlife and strewn about. Areas where people had built small campfires and settled in for a night of drinking or sleeping. There were sleeping bags and piles of clothes, bottles, and garbage left behind.

Worthville Beach area bridge—photo by author.
Worthville Beach area bridge—photo by author.
Worthville Beach area adjacent abandoned mill buildings with debris and graffiti—photo by author.

Historical Value but Desecrated

There’s a bit of a climb up the hill to get to the upper area of Worthville Beach where remnants of an old mill building stand, covered in graffiti and spray-painted tags. More litter and evidence of people hanging out for some quiet time to indulge in drinking or perhaps to find a place out of the weather for local homeless or transient populations. It was a bit unnerving to explore this area alone.

While the beach area is more of a fishing and swimming area than anything else, I recommend careful watch over children as the litter could contain broken bottles or other potentially dangerous items. With some clean up, it could be a nice place to bring the family for some outdoor fun and recreation.

Worthville Beach area adjacent abandoned mill buildings with debris and graffiti—photo by author.

Randleman Plans to Improve Worthville Beach

Randleman has a history of millwork and manufacturing, which are evident in the vacant buildings that permeate the area. The 157 acre Worthville dam property area was purchased through a large grant of  $400,000 grant from the Duke Community Foundation and Clean Water Management Trust Fund back in 2017 with plans to tie it into the Deep River Rail Trail project, which follows abandoned railways and waterways along Deep River through northern Randolph County through Randleman to Ramseur. 

Natural area along Deep River, behind abandoned mills and Worthville Dam.—photo by author.

Hopefully as local cleanups and Randleman efforts to restore the property, this swimming hole will be a more family-friendly place to visit. Until then, plan to drop by and check the place out and while you’re at it, bring a trash bag and do your part to make North Carolina a bit more beautiful. 

North Carolina has lots of quaint, outdoor areas like this to travel to, but all is jeopardized by a few who use the areas for recreational partying and who demean the properties with destructive and disrespectful behaviors. We can enjoy wildlife and visit places like this that hold historical value to our area, but more efforts need to be made to clean up after those who do not respect the grounds they walk. It’s unfortunate to see beautiful places like this being literally “trashed.” Especially during a time when we all need to spend a little more time outdoors. A good local swimming hole is such a perfect way to spend the afternoon with family and friends. Gentle reminder: enjoy but respect these local treasures.

Have you ever been to Worthville Beach? What were your experiences there? Share your stories in the comments.

Randolph County, NC Covid-19 Updates

You Really Must Watch Netflix  Series ‘Our Planet’

Clouded leopard — Borneo rainforest, Image by skeeze from Pixabay

Episode three of the series is entitled “Jungles.”


“In the past 50 years wildlife populations have, on average, declined by 60%” 

 Our Planet, S1-E1

Narrated by the voice we all love, David Attenborough, the Netflix original docu-series One Planet has enough stunning scenery to wow the senses and inspire you to double-down on your save-the-planet efforts.

Sit back and enjoy a wondrous immersion into bountiful life — the biodiversity of this episode is breathtaking.
This episode covered various jungle habitats in the world and featured some of the unique plants and animals found there. Jungles play a vital role in the health of our planet and we are losing them at an alarming rate. The recent man-set fires burning in the Amazon have been photographed from space.

“Jungles capture and store more carbon than any other habitat on Earth” — “we lose them at our peril.”

Our Planet, S1-E3

We begin this episode in the Congo with some of the most stunning footage of gorillas and elephants that I have ever seen. (Prepare for cuteness overload on some of it!) The Congo is second only to the Amazon in terms of size, but is a relatively young jungle. Poaching threats ravage these species. We’ve become numb to hearing it, but not after watching this footage — their plight will stay with you. The beauty of the Congo truly touched me.

New Guinea, I’ll be honest, I didn’t have a lot of knowledge on — but I was stunned and swept away by the species covered in this episode. Because it is such an isolated (island) environment, the biodiversity there has flourished into wildly interesting ecosystems. Birds of Paradise put on a colorful, mesmerizing show both for their mates and for the Netflix viewer. I could not take my eyes off of them.

Borneo — the oldest rainforest in the world and home to the velvet worm. Sci-fi fans will fall in love with this “gun-slinging” creature. You just have to see it to believe it. Some of the most intricate symbiotic plant-animal relationships are covered beautifully. Time-lapse filming is stunning as the growth of fungi brings intense and varied color to the circle of life.

Clouded leopard — Borneo rainforest, Image by skeeze from Pixabay

The Philippines rainforest, now deforested more than 75%, featured a story on the most endangered bird of prey in the world.

The Amazon — the largest rainforest on Earth and home to 50% of the Earth’s tropical forests. Watching this portion of the series was fairly emotional for me knowing the current situation in the Amazon with forest fires raging at the loss of precious biodiversity, perhaps species being lost that have yet to even be discovered.

“Tropical forests are the richest habitats on Earth — exactly how many species rainforests contain is unknown but it likely runs in the millions. And new ones are discovered every week.” 

Our Planet, S1-E3

Overall this episode was gripping, fascinating, interesting, and with a forward-flowing story-line that pulls you through it like a good movie. There weren’t the brutally painful scenes of the first two episodes — but we all know the jungles are in peril. The feeling of loss is palpable even as you are drawn into the story of these fascinating species and enjoy the breathtaking scenery caught on film.

Watching this series — I’ve said in previous articles — is highly recommended. With the plight of our rainforests, and at our hands, take some time to watch this episode and see the wonders all over again. You need to be reminded.

We need to be reminded.


Christina Ward is a poet, nature writer, and environmental scientist/naturist from North Carolina. Her studies and lifelong passion for the environment is a foundational part of her writing. Will you join her in this quest to live a more enriched life through a healthy relationship with nature? Stay in touch!

New Content Creator for the Popular News Break App

Here’s the skinny on News Break, what it is, and why you should follow your favorite content creators.

https://www.newsbreak.com/@c/561218

Have you heard of News Break? Well, I hadn’t either until they invited me to be a part of the new Content Creator Program, a paying content stream for my work. It is my understanding they have only accepted 200 writers to this program.

News Break is a popular free app that funnels local news stories right to your phone for you. Live in a small town? It’s ok because anything in your area will come to you–and it’s super helpful to stay on top of what’s going on in your area. If you want to download the free app, here’s the link to do that. FREE NEWSBREAK APP

You will likely see me sharing my profile all over the place as I need to build followership on this new platform. The platform pays handsomely, so I need to give this a good head start! (I mean 1K a month? Yes please.)

Please hop by and give me a hearty FOLLOW.

So far my statistics are looking in the “just ok but promising” category, but given the large numbers I have gotten right away on some pieces, the opportunity for growth is certainly there.

I plan to post local news, national news, and all kinds of self-help or educational pieces–maybe even some entertaining essays. I look forward to seeing you on NB!

Here’s how to get the app.
Here’s how to apply to be a content creator and earn 1K per month.
Here’s how to follow my account on NB.


Thanks for reading and stay safe these holidays! Stay home if you can.

Christina M Ward
Owner @

Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services

Reaching Marrakesh

I am so proud of Samantha Lazar for completing this wonderful poetry collection. It was an HONOR to work with her on this project!

Samantha Lazar, Writer

I am thrilled to announce that I have at last published my first collection of poetry. I feel like I have been writing this book my whole life.

I really want to thank my mentor and poetry editor, Christina M. Ward of Fiddleheads & Floss for her guidance and assistance throughout the process.

Here is the link to check it out on Amazon. Thank you for your support! More projects to come!

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The Healing Power of New Beginnings

A Living Your Best Life / Fiddlehead Life feature post

Today I am grateful for new beginnings.

Yes, even the ones that are traumatic and painful. Because sometimes, life turns you right on your head. Suddenly nothing makes sense, everything is barreling in a new direction, and it seems everything in your life is totally out of control. Have you ever had a change like this in your life?

Suddenly he wants a divorce?
A loved one passes away?
You get fired from your job and suddenly have no idea what you’re going to do?

(Insert your trauma HERE.)

Life is a series of decisions and the results of those decisions. But what happens when it is totally out of your control and everything is turned upside down?

You’re traumatized. Maybe a little angry. Okay, maybe a whole lot angry. But being the dedicated optimist that I am, as I sit here in the midst of my trauma, I have to look for the silver lining or I think my head might actually explode.

Trauma happens to you. It happens to your mind. It happens to your body. And it happens to your life. If you struggle to control the trauma or force it away, you can often find yourself in a losing battle. After all, it wouldn’t be trauma if we had much of a say so in the matter, would it? So you dig in, you dig deep, you find your strength, and then you set out to find a purpose for this new direction in your life.

I suggest that you not only tie a knot in the end of your rope and hang on but that you grab onto that rope and swing out over that canyon like a child swinging out over the creek. Shout like a lunatic and laugh through tears. Release, release, release.

You have to find joy in your trauma as ridiculous as that sounds. You have find that one thing in your new beginning that you can cling to and call hope.

In the midst of my trauma right now, the biggest thing I can cling to is the excitement over living on my own for the first time. I’m 46 years old. I went from a family of seven in tight quarters to living with a new husband at the age of 18. I got divorced and remarried within a year. I raised my two sons and 10 years ago met up with my boyfriend and his five-year-old daughter and we have lived as a family since.

Until two weeks ago. My relationship over, I have to figure out what the hell to do with my life right now. We had all of these plans and ideas of what our future looked like together. All, gone. In a matter of about 30 hours, it all came crashing down and I found myself leaving with what would fit in my mother’s car. I left my cat and my dog behind. The air suddenly felt foreign to my lungs.

So, I have never lived alone. In my life. And I have always wanted to. This time, though it is a bit unexpected, I cling to that little bit of excitement to help me get through the unbearable pain and sadness that my body is experiencing right now. I cling to the vision of getting my own place. One that lets me retrieve my dog and my cat, and start over.

I envision wiping down the counters in the evenings after eating a meal in front of some TV show that I wanted to watch. I envision playing music when I want. I envision working in the peace and quiet of my own home. I envision decorating the place to my own liking without a care in the world is to what everyone else thinks about it.

I envision coming and going from my home with freedom, and without having to explain myself or my actions to anyone.

These are things I have never experienced before, so I am holding onto that vision to get me through these difficult times for my heart.

I’m not going to lie, it’s been extremely painful. Some of the time the tears overtook me so hard, I couldn’t breathe. I find myself walking outside in the dark at 3 am. I am forgetting what day or time it is.

Trauma can turn your life inside out and it can be horrifically painful. I’m not saying to pretend you’re not in pain. That would be counterproductive and unhealthy. Honor your pain. Admit it’s there. You have to STEP UP your self-care, listen to your body, and slowly work your way through the pain to find a place of peace.

And while you’re doing that–get on your rope swing and take a few chances looking for some joy with in yourself. It may take you a while to find it, but I guarantee you, it’s there.

With a new beginning comes new possibilities. It’s up to you to decide what those possibilities are and dig deep for the bravery it takes to pursue them.

Don’t let anyone call you selfish. You know the pain that you are in and you know what you’ve been through and you know that you are processing that pain in this moment. And don’t be afraid to call this a new beginning. New beginnings can be painful, yes. But they can also be immensely transformative in your life. Those pivotal moments happen so few times in our lives, that if you were to see those pivotal moments as an opportunity not to be missed, you can take back some of that control you have been missing.

That’s all for now. I hope you all are well and I hope you are taking care of yourselves and listening to your own inner voice that tells you what you need. Honor yourself and don’t be afraid to go after the life that you want!

Until next time,
Christina

“Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen” is Selected as a Feature Poem

Thanks to The Coil Magazine for selecting my work

Image by (El Caminante) from Pixabay

I am very pleased to share with you all that an exclusive magazine, The Coil, via Alternating Current Press, has chosen a poem of mine which I submitted to them in April of 2019. It takes a long time to hear back on poetry submissions, but they are so worth the wait to add credibility to your resume…so we poets submit and we wait and we hope.

I am excited to add this publication to my resume and share the post with you all here. Also this poem is a semifinalist for the Luminaire Award:

Your submission has been entered into the semifinalist round for the 2021 Luminaire Award, for a chance to win $100 and other prizes. Your submission will receive additional print publication if it is chosen as a Top-5 Finalist in the editor’s pick selection. We will be in contact with you further down the road when we are ready to lay out the forthcoming publication.

Alternating Current Press

Hop by there and see my work! The link is below 🙂

#CoilMag

I am SICK of Seeing Black People Killed for Jogging…or for BREATHING

This has GOT to stop

I have seen enough.

The officers responsible for the murder of George Floyd should be arrested and charged with the aggravated murder of an unarmed black man.

My heart is sick over this. I can’t process this. And it is not even MY pain. This pain is a burden the black community has been bearing for decades. Longer than decades.

Black people are incarcerated, harassed, killed in great numbers and we know this. We know this. Yet–here we are again. What if there were no video of the murder of George Floyd? When will we listen, and act, and stop this?

I did what I do when I am upset and I process by writing poetry. Poetry can be a social justice warrior if we let it. I wrote a poem called ‘I Can’t Breathe’ last night and submitted it to Illumination, one of the fastest growing publications on the Medium platform. Please give it a read. Please share it. Please speak out LOUD and call for change.

Please. This MUST stop.

#blacklivesmatter
#justiceforFloyd

Excerpt:
I Can’t Breathe’

Black men can’t breathe here.
Their necks are pressed to pavement.

People watch this here, in this country
where racism boils under like a disease.

I was in high school
when Rodney King
was beaten
and televised
like a sick precursor —



This poem was originally published by Illumination. The link to the original post where you can read the poem in its entirety and clap to show your support for this cause is below:

https://medium.com/illumination/i-cant-breathe-e54549582e90?source=friends_link&sk=e8d42d307c7805f2e2f790988756963a

It shouldn’t be a privilege
to breathe.

–‘I Can’t Breathe’

by Christina M. Ward
in honor and memory of George Floyd and every single unjustly murdered person of color

Memorial Day 2020–Our fallen Soldiers Honored in Verse

a free verse poem to honor our soldiers on Memorial Day

Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

For the Honor of Soldiers

Our tears find rest
in a sea of
white crosses.

We cannot raise
our thanks
nor their
loss — enough

to honor them.
Enough to remove
that dead look in the
eyes of their spouses,
their parents, their children.

We gave them a flag
as they buried you. 21-gun
salute shook their hearts,
trauma-bound, grieving.

Memorial Day celebrations,
since the 1860’s.
We give our moments
of silence. Sometimes
from our boats with a beer
in one hand and a hot dog
in the other — how
American
we are.

We lower our flags
half-mast and full respect
to honor their loss,
their sacrifice
for the country
we so take
for granted.

Let us, today honor
those who find rest
in a sea

of white crosses


Thank you, soldiers
for your service, for the life
you gave
for me.

Memorial Day~ 2020


Christina M. Ward
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