Decoration Day

Dressing up in dresses Over the knee, modesty Always a necessary priority Driving to the cemetery Flowers lying on the back seat Awaiting their time to shine Walking past the many graves Some older than others All of them with stones of granite Reading the markers That say just who lies there Beneath the red clay There aren’t many tears These people dead and gone Only memories lingering Will they see us here? Lying flowers on top of graves Paying our respects We think of them in heaven Awaiting our arrival What a joyous day that will be Decoration day in the mountains Is a precious moment of hope For a future in that heavenly home