Flowers In My Grave
I want them to be white,
Talking to each other in delight...
And almost right enough...
To light up faces
While they go down the memory lane
With me while standing tough...
Put a pale tint of red
As I have said enough....
For things to change..
So want to listen as they
Arrange their thoughts courageously..
Marching through the journey
That came through without fluff..
With a flair of orange
Filled with the laughter of kids
Running along making the
Masses stop crying
AS they look over
Don't wear the flowers down
Don't let tears of departure stick to your frown
Through heavy hearts
I would like everyone to have yellow tarts
Eating while their cheeks turn peach
It's right then, I will reach out to each one of you
And whisper a heart warming speech
Thanks for coming...
*dedicated to the ones who left us this year..