When I Die

Line my coffin
with Egyptian cotton.
Lay a tulip
on my cold dead lip.
Send me off to Fur Elise
then honor my life with a feast.
No clamoring no tears,
no bargaining no fears.
Just a simple smile
I'll remember all the while.
As you lay me down
into this blessed ground.
A simple dirge you hum
will guide me to the world to come.

Reviews

[Misery]

Nicely seasoned with well-chosen words, dear poet.

[Le Thi Thao]

Reads like a song, very pretty 😊