Colors of a Funeral

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Sometimes fate says yes
sometimes the day arrives
but sometimes its like the sunset
and quiet night moon rise

All of the shadows fell
all of the curtains dark
still inside some how
she kept herself a spark

Of love and life, and how they were
and how they’d meet again someday
She questioned if it would come to this
She cried when her soldier left that day

Now my mother is laid to rest
quietly beside his side this morn
beneath a tall flag and stone that reads
Together we live for in death we are born

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