If I Die Will You Die
Each year I hope I made a new found friend
Each birthday fearing any loss of gain
So hoping: no attention, party, game—plain
A day of quiet sunrise tendencies…
A Priest so eulogized simplicity…
Compare my view: your thoughtful, smart, we’re spacey
Your favorite suited daydream nothing racy
A suit I never knew could be complicity.
The things you didn’t need come back to mind.
No matter what you asked you also give
Maternal care I opened, you still live,
Remembering how dawn began each day
From different windows needed nothing else to say
I left a purple long stemmed rose they did call gray
So spoken love's last words inside your grave.
Copyright © Rosemarie Quintal | Year Posted 2010
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