I read an obituary
In the newspaper today.
It was a small, two liner,
Completely separate from the thousands
of eulogies that flow
across the sheet of paper each day.
“Grandma,
You look beautiful.”
And I smiled.
I wonder
What my last words will be,
when I say adieu to this world.
Maybe they will be a goodbye
To my heart,
Which beat through the toughest of times .
Maybe they will be
A shooting star wish,
A soprano-scream
Of childhood delights.
Maybe they will be
A scrapbook of old photos,
And a yellowed journal.
Maybe they will be an apology
To the person I could not be,
To the dreams I left unfulfilled.
I wonder,
If my memories will live on,
Survive despite their source being dead.
I wonder,
If someday,
When I’m old,
With crooked teeth,
Golden hoops around my neck,
Terracotta hearts and wooden eyes,
An empty frame of peace,
Someone will paint love
On my tombstone.
August 30, 2021 at 5:28 am
Really reflective. Wonderful.❤️
April 29, 2021 at 4:36 pm
Poets thoughts are always a reflection of the society. The thoughts which could have gone unnoticed has been made relevant. God Bless
April 29, 2021 at 11:10 am
“I wonder what my last words will be”….put me into deep thinking…Thank you for helping me self introspect…
Someone might inscribe with love,”Grandma you beautifully made your mark.”