by Alicia Pivorotto, sophomore, Burlingame High School

I've been there

To the memorial

I saw all the names

It seemed endless

How many names

Are on that wall?

Too many

It was a smooth granite.

Dark

Because that's how you felt

When you saw it

The names were carved in

I ran my fingers over it

And I thought I heard the

Screams of the soldiers

And I thought I heard the

Cries of the families

Just from one brush against it.

Was this the wall's real purpose?

For us to feel

Their pain…

I felt it

I feel it now

Looking at this picture.