Bringing Mae Flowers

There are two dresses in my closet,

One old and one new.

A white one for my future

And black to remember you.

We’ve reserved the chapel

for a date this spring.

In celebration or in mourning,

The old church bells will ring.

And I’ll be holding flowers,

Arrangements to been made.

Will I be holding bridal roses,

Or laying lilies on your grave?

I have two dresses in my closet,

I’ll wear them both in tears.

As I walk down the aisle,

Wishing you were here.