Armistice Day

The buildings in attendance

The stringy trees that surround

On Armistice Day

So many survivors

Eighty-two years after her birth

Now the pain is returning

Mrs. Gayton died in the snow

She was buried

On Armistice Day

There was standing room only

Her beloved baby buggy

Sorrow soaked flowers

And now the pain is returning

Returning

Now the pain is returning

Mrs. Gayton died in the snow

She was buried in the rain

On Armistice Day

There was standing room only

Now the pain is returning