Field of Flowers and Stones

Lasting memories haunt a tearful mind How distant the dreams that no one owns Etched marble, another name to remind Lay in silent fields of flowers and stones To search for days that will never be unearth youthful years that quickly passed To stand in a field where soldiers are free know their torment is over at last Eyes flow freely at a stone so cold Brushing her hand across a marble name fingers tremble for a son she can't hold years to live with the pain she'll claim Handed a flag that eight soldiers fold Knowing her son will never grow old 2/18/15