By Satina Tolman
For many, Memorial Day now marks the start of summer days,
Of crowded camps and barbecue smoke drifting through the haze.
Storefront windows flash their signs in bold and blinding red,
“Mattress Sale!” the banners shout in letters brightly spread.
The highways fill with travelers, the lakes with laughing sound,
While rows of silent marble stones stand watch across the ground.
And somewhere there’s a mother with trembling hands and glistening eyes