Remember The Grieving   The fine embroidered table cloth, Was spread from end to end, Where a family and their loved ones, Had all gathered to attend.   The silverware was glistening, As thanksgiving filled the air, Cameras flashing photographs, Happy children playing there.   Right next door a table cloth, Made of plastic stained and torn, Utensils that had lost their shine, Smiling faces were not worn.   Throughout this house the only scent, Were that of tears and despair, The only child which they had loved, Would no longer join them there.   She had fought a courageous battle, At the very young age of five, When treatment failed to cure her, She was discharged home to die.   There are many homes across our land, Were tables will overflow, But how many prayers will be offered up, For the unfortunate we don't know?   When on this holiday we all give thanks, While we bow our heads in prayer, Remember those who grieve alone, Who's children are no longer there.   ~valentyne~ © Across The Universe The Beatles