My Time

Should my time come

before yours

look not for me

at my grave.

Look for me

in the sunbeams in Spring.

Look for me

in the pages

of dusty books.

Look for me

in the breeze

as it ruffles your hair.

I will be

all around you.

Always.

Reviews

[tumi]

a very pleasing and emotional poem to write
i loved the way you expressed your will after death