No shallow grave!

My son came into my dreams

for the first time last night

We sat and talked about his funeral

It was as though he was really here with me

Strange I knew he had died

and yet here he was by my side

I told him how the Marine Corps honored him with taps

Which he already knew they would when it was his time

to leave

Funny how a dream can seem so real

I told him of the arrangements and the details

He seemed amused

I told him the reason I donated his eyes

so someone else could see

I told him I donated his flesh and bone marrow

for burn victims in Irac

He said he didn't mind

It was a good idea

And he was proud of me

As the dream went on we talked some more

He always wanted to be buried in a Native American way

His way would not be in a shallow grave

but up high on sacred ground

I told him I had him cremated

like my mother and my dad

So I have these decisions and choices I must make

A funeral and 21 gun salute

at Arlington Cemetary

or shall I take you to the Rez

and set your spirit free

He never answered me...