Please don't wear black at my funeral
Dress up brightly and come celebrate
Don't refer to 'The Dearly Departed'
I've just gone on to open the gate
Laugh and talk as you would in my presence
For you know that I've never liked gloom
Just because you can't reach out and touch me
Doesn't mean I won't be in the room
But my friends, I will reach out and touch you
You'll be brushed by my ghost on the breeze
It will talk to you if you just listen
Simply sit with closed eyes 'neath the trees
I shall call through the magic of birdsongs
I shall laugh in the rippling swift stream
And at night I shall softly caress you
From the depths of the world where you dream.
Love that beautiful attitude about the transition from physical to spiritual.
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2003
Wow! This is one of my absolute faves! Wow!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2003
I worked in the Orient for 15 years. An Asian wake is something to see...everyone wears white and celebrates the 'life' of the person who died. It should always be like that...a wonderful celebration of life...
Of course, when I write my vampyre poems, that's a different story...[smiles]
Lovely poem.
~E
Reviewed by Claywoman (Reader)
Reviewed on January 3, 2003
I love this poem! Its as if you walked through my mind and drew out my soul! Thank you for these words!
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
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Of course, when I write my vampyre poems, that's a different story...[smiles]
Lovely poem.
~E