I'll have a place beside you 'neath angel-white marble in lovers' moonlight, in the veterans cemetery with brothers and sisters, some who fell in the fight, where the mown grass receives the rain of tears, as sparrows nest in springtime trees, of summers' fierce sun's rays upon Memorial Day assemblies, of autumnal frosted winds laying leaf carpets for kneeling knees, and our daughter, son-in-law we cherish, not bound from love by Death, bring our grandchildren, clutching winter roses with babies' breath, as we lay together beneath blustery March stinging sleet, love, I'll have a place beside you, and our spirits will journey once again to the fleet. ~