11/11/2025
The Time Traveller at Juno Cemetery
By Kelly Judge
Standing where you stood.
My heart beating where you bled.
I have come from the same Maple Blood
Across the Sea.
The wind whistles your story to me.
I listen but cannot hear
The narrative that became your swan song.
Guilt that I cannot hear the whispers
Perhaps that is your sacrifice
The gift that I will never
Know the horrors
You sealed in this foreign grave
For me.
You rest in pieces.
I rest in peace.
July 2012. Me & my children at No-Man’s Land in France. So thankful for the sacrifices so many Canadians made during war, including their spouses, parents and children who sent them. Spencer, in this picture, was 12…only 6 years away from being drafted had we lived back then.