Flowers At My Funeral
I don’t want flowers at my funeral
I should add this too my will
What use are they to me when I am dead
I’d prefer them now if I were ill
I love their sheer beauty
This no one can disguise
The scent of a bunch of freesias
Brings tears to my eyes
My favourite flowers are carnations
I’ve loved them since I was a kid
Red, yellow, orange, shades
These colours I love but not on my grave
So when I’m gone and the mourning is over
I’m to be scattered where the four winds blow
Bradda Head is my chosen resting place
It’s a place I’ve often loved to go
Jan Allison
3rd April 2014
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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