YOUR ROOTS IN MY GRAVE
If I ever die, come to my grave to bestow blossoms
And add grief to condolencing customs
I’ll embrace your flowers, because I never did, being alive
Or I should say, your flowers waited for my death to arrive
My heart does not desire to see you wail
Not even God will hear your rail
Come and plant the flowers on my grave
Water them, if you want my afterlife to be brave.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
