Memorial Day

Young sweethearts may
come this marbled way
and briefly stand
hand in hand.
Watching flags flutter
in the wind's stutter.
Unaware as they pause
over our forgotten cause,
that we at their feet
held life equally sweet.

But freely gave
what none can save.
To buy them shade
at our silent parade.
And share their bliss
as they share a kiss.
And brighten our epitaph
with a loving laugh.