Flowers In My Grave

 I want them to be white,

Talking to each other in delight...

And almost right enough...

To light up faces

While they go down the memory lane

With me while standing tough...

Put a pale tint of red

As I have said enough....

For things to change..

So want to listen as they

Arrange their thoughts courageously..

Marching through the journey

That came through without fluff..

With a flair of orange

Filled with the laughter of kids

Running along making the

Masses stop crying 

AS they look over

Don't wear the flowers down

Don't let tears of departure stick to your frown

Through heavy hearts

I would like everyone to have yellow tarts

Eating while their cheeks turn peach

It's right then, I will reach out to each one of you

And whisper a heart warming speech

Thanks for coming...

*dedicated to the ones who left us this year..