Knocking On a Door That's Not There

hello tombstone, kiss my Mother for me tell her i never shed tears but emit celebratory smiles ahhh, if only tombstones could talk sometimes words are not there, but memories are, but when that is not enough....so incomplete..... hello ashkeeper, kiss my Mother for me tell her that i never express fear but put on brave faces ohhh, if only ashes had multiple facets sometimes lies are minidevils allowed in for false therapy but when that does not cut it....so unsatisfied.... hello cemetary, kiss my Mother for me tell her i always value openness but tend to be closed frequently for renovations aye, if only cemetaries could properly present sometimes shields and shells are all i have for the comfort and safety of my self but when that is no longer useful.....then what.....