Tobe flower and beauty let me hold you like a pigeon

If ever one day I die,

Blossoming Carnations 

Is my lively spirit

Wilted Peonies 

Is my soul, 

I no longer afraid of the dawn

Nor am I afraid of the dusk,

I explain it to my Mother

That the burning sensation in my heart

Is Death itself,

She asks me if that explains so much

I tell her 

"may I wish I could be a child again?"

She explains wholeheartedly,

That I am still her little princess

But the Sunset must have realized

More than what the Sunrise thinks,

I began to wonder

If I should close my eyes

Or

Opening my eyes

The Blossoming and Wilted Flowers

Has odors and smell

Elderly folks complains about youngsters

Some wish to be young again

Some wants to become older

If I ask one more thing before I leave this world

Will he ever response to my wish?

Making The Curse look like a Wish?

or

The Wish may be looking like a Curse?

Author's Note

i don't put commas or . , on my poems acxlly

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

You have written with a heart full of wonder and wondering, ales. So many people would like to go back to childhood but it's nigh impossible. We adults can only remember the wonderful feelings children have when seeing or feeling, hearing and remembering something-everything for the very first time. For me, I feel that age can allow humans to not age but merely be, remembering the joy of playing and enjoying every minute of it. Age should NOT wither us but invite us to prove we can do more and more - and more! Many thanks for sharing! :)

The title of your poem is so descriptive!