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

[maya_online]

I feel like this really captures how seniors begin to feel as they grow older, the fear of leaving your partner before them but also the fear of leaving but also the fear of them leaving before you, really beautiful.

[Tumi]

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