I told them I didn't want a big stone
silly waste of money
I wanted them to just remember
as long as they themselves lasted
to say, "She was nice to me
when I was little . . . "
"Remember her brownies?"
"I'll never forget the time that . . . "
"Even when we were poor she . . . "
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But no . . .
big lonely rock
unvisited by anyone
except strangers like you
who ponder what I was like
Inspired by Magpie Tales
11 comments:
that was sad... i think this take goes with what i have... Nice one!
JJRod'z
smiles. i would rather be remembered in warm memories than cold stone myself...nice...
Hmm, I wonder how often the stone is an attempt to make up for what wasn't counted. We never can be sure of what it will be that counts after we are gone.
This hit home. Well done. My Magpie this week is A Plot Both Great and Grand.
Brian said it well ... warm, fuzzy memories are what I'm hoping for. No headstone necessary.
I dunno. I like how those big rocks eventually crumble. Inspiring poety along the way.
perceptive - and so true
nice piece
This resonated with me. I am very clear in that I do not wish to have a funeral plot, but that I be buried in the memories of those whose path I have crossed. Well done, DCW!
Ah, yes...the brownies!
Ah sad - but I sense this is the fate of us all.
Anna :o]
Beautifully done, sad but so true!
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