Memorial Day

Memorial Day

Country cemetery:
our friend and his family
honoring his mother and son.
He begins to play
the accordion and asks
my husband for some
trombone.
Songbirds, in the nearby trees
as Amazing Grace fills the
late
May afternoon air.
And then the polka beat
As his great granddaughter chases
A black, orange butterfly
Behind the no longer used church
As I look upon weather-beaten
headstones, no longer legible
and wonder who they were and
when they even lived and died.
Pondering, if they were dancing.