Written in Stone

I think I will go see my mother next week,
Or at least the green square that marks her grave.
It won't be a solemn occasion, I guess,
Since I will see the wonderful strangeness of my family
When I look at the stone.
She died on one sisters birthday, which I am sure is sad,
What my other sister did with it, well, it was what
Mom would have done, and I had a laugh.
The stone is beautiful, and imparts the information,
Name, date of birth, but one thing is wrong.
The death date has been moved forward one day,
Which struck me and my brother funny.
We laughed until we gasped for breath.
I actually asked my other sister if she knew,
And, very much like our mother, she replied
That anyone who wanted to know could ask
In the cemetery office.
My bet is, they won't.
For, after all, the date is now literally carved in stone.