at my grave

who will sit the longest at my grave after i'm gone

who will lay a lily on the ground

as my body rots and my presence fades

who will sense me the longest

who will hear my voice and see my face in their dreams

someday i will be absorbed back into the earth

my existence nothing but a distant memory

whispered in passing by the wind

but when the sun explodes

and the world grows cold

who will remember my name

and who will live the longest at my grave

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

How sad your words are. I pondered on them for some time. No grave for me, I wish to be scattered in the wind, to go wherever the breeze takes me. However, I hope to remain in the memories of those who loved me. ( not too often though). A beautiful poem Sunflower. Thank you for sharing. Happy new year to you.

Chris

[Sunflower]

thank you, Chris! your reviews are always appreciated. i think being scattered into nature would be a beautiful way to be left on this earth, and a happy new year to you as well

-sunflower