When I Die
When my allotted time is spent, and Death arrives to claim me,
Don’t lay me in a field of stones, beneath an ancient yew tree.
Find a place where vibrant flowers grow and joy and love abound,
And there below the fragrant blooms, set my ashes in the ground.
I know your heart is breaking, you bear a pain as sharp as glass,
But ride the changing waves of grief, and know this too shall pass.
Don’t spend time wishing for a different past, and mourning all I’ll miss,
I’m in a place outside the pull of human care, far beyond the precipice.
My mortal coil has shuffled off and all that’s left are memories for you.
Don’t bury me in sorrow, remember me with love and let me live anew.
So, share stories of my time on Earth, talk about my life in all its parts,
And with every smile and laugh I’ll exist again, deep within your hearts.
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