Sonnet II (ah the days of form ----- what are some of these lines???)

You came from a village in Illinois,
Called Grayslake, where the sky always seems blue,
I guess it rains there, like it does with joy,
Across the pond in this old country too.
The cracks in the road that run through that town,
They know the stories of people long gone.
And as you look back, do you hear the sound
Of your mother, she is singing that song;
You know that song? The one about the house?
And the couple that once lived inside it?
Now, like those ghosts, we move quiet as a mouse,
Your silver dress does little to hide it.
      On your birthday we'll make love by some tree,
      But on mine we'll go walking, you and me.