If you were coming to my grave on Memorial Day,
I'd comfort you.
If you were my mother or dad
and I was one of those who died
on some battlefield,
I'd reach you somehow-
you'd know that I knew you were there.
If you were my wife, if you were my child,
If you were my brother or sister
or kin or friend,
I'd not be disturbed if you wept;
tears can wash away pain.
If you knelt, if you bowed your head,
If you just stared at the grass over me
I'd know and be glad you remembered me.
Author is unknown to me
but I thank you with all my heart
