The stories of the grandfather are not the father’s

For the generations have been kinder as memories falter.

The stories of the father are not the daughter’s

For the generations have been not in kind and memories soften

The stories of the daughter are not the granddaughter’s

For the generations have been their kindest and the memories are reborn.

— Diane Dean-Epps

“This poem was born as I walked the rather torturous path that was my journey to understanding my father who was a World War II veteran and former prisoner of war.  He’s been gone for almost 4 years, but it was always Veteran’s Day and Memorial Day that meant more to him than any other holiday or his own birthday.”