Death is too definite an object to be wished for, or avoided

Please remember me happily, 

I'l be waiting at the pearly gates, 

tell my mother not to worry, 

i was always in such a hurry, 

please remember me mistakenly, 

for my gifts and not my faults.

Please remember me, 

like in our dream, the one we had together, 

I'l never be gone, just around the corner, 

or upstairs, oh hopefully upstairs, 

sitting in a chiar, calling out your name, 

wearing my Joana smile.

Author's Note

This poem is slightly inspired while listening to a song by Iron and WIne

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

Trapeze Swinger? :D
And I loved the last line. c:

I think that perhaps you could make this a different "sentence type-thingy", because the lines before it just seem to fit together too well to add this on.
"please remember me mistakenly,
for my gifts and not my faults."


Overall, awesome job and a great tribute to a great song. :)