when i die bury me deep beneath blood maple tree
plant tigerlilys at
my feet
and sweet alyssum for
my pillow sheet
no fussing and fretting will i have
maybe sing a few sad songs
and that will be that
tell funny stories of do you remember when
laugh cry throw me a
great wake
no sorrow for me should there be
for i have gone home you see
once i am planted beneath the alabaster stones
don't visit me there
it is not my home
only for the of resting my bones
you can talk to me often
but not at the grave
close your eyes smile and wave
see me there in your memories
know i am happy whole and free
and waiting for you
to come home to me.
Just thinking out loud for all the world to see......................
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