Musings in My Coffin

written by Liz

Put me in this oak box
Covered with oleanders
and roses,
And ferns and daffodils;
My child looks down upon my face
And cries;
Close the lid somberly;
I hear my favorite hymn
Sung by my granddaughter,
Her voice sweet and lilting
As a crystal clear bell;
"She was wise," says
My second husband,
"The light of m life for
Some twenty odd years,
Then gone...
As gracefully as she came."
Cry;
I would if I were able;
Would cry if tears would come
To my eyes;
But there are none left in me
To shed,
Though I try.

Seal this oak box,
Still lined with satin,
Still surrounded by oleanders
And roses,
And ferns and daffodils;
Put me in the ground;
Cover me up with dirt
That crushes the flowers
And the delicate ferns
With its mass.

I wish they had given me
My flowers
While I could still breathe in
Air
To revel in their scent.