AFTER I GO ...
I wish she would gently whisper my name just ever now and then, like a friend
Pass my words on about history, making me eternal ... as I wish to be
Don't let me go empty handed to worthlessly pass, never remembered
So many are afraid to go, suffering and death I do not fear, I've tasted them both and they are easy
It's the idea of being forgotten that bothers me.
SO AFTER I GO ...
Smell a flower and smile
Listen to the windowsill birds who bring sunny weather
Take the last day of Spring and the first day of Autumn to do nothing
Sit by my resting place with a daisy for me reading my poetry out loud ... so I may listen
Think of our conversations and smile
Find symbolism in simplicity and philosophize
Remember what it was like as an innocent child
Speak of me every once in a while, every time the wind blows ...
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