On a cold and rainy Memorial Day,
I was alone with you
at the cemetery today.
No parades nor gun salutes.
Just the two of us
like so many times before.
My sweatshirt and hair soaked
from the hard falling rain
as I seeded grass in front of
and placed a potted flower
beside your stone.
You would have laughed
at a father who looked
like a drowned rat.
It is a laugh I wish I could hear
one more time.
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