In my Funeral

In my funeral,

I do not want to be mourned.

I do not want you to wipe your tears

Or be heavy with the weight of

All the words untold;

All the moments forgotten;

All the grudges dying;

In my funeral,

I want to have roses.

When you wrap me in my cloth,

(I want my cloth to be in gold)

I want to be in roses--

Without their thorns—

I want there to be roses

Around your necks;

Your houses;

Your hair—

In my funeral,

I would also like

A dress code:

Bright colors, only.

Yellows; Greens;

Pinks; Oranges:

In my funeral—

In my celebration

Remember all the times

I was high; All the times

We laughed; All the times

We cried; All the times;

You let me make this world

A tad bit better.

And when I marry the ground;

Say your prayers with a smile;

Let me hug my soil;

Turn the page.

One day, we will meet again.

On that day, we will be in Gold.

We will wear roses—

Without their thorns—