Youre with us still, your names engraved in stone,
?Inscribed in bronze, recited every May.
?Fresh flowers”mums, carnations, roses”say
?The pains still fresh: our grievings never done.
?Your serried graveyard markers”though youre gone”
?Compel reflection on Memorial Day.
?Our sculptors art preserves your mortal clay:
?Each marble image conjures flesh and bone.
Weve promised that well always keep you here,
?But memories etched in rock must disappear:
?The steles raised to keep you in our sight
?All fall to dust beneath the centuries might.
?Time mocks us when we swear your fame must live:
?We feign a gift that only God can give.