The Roots of Rose Kissed my GraveA Poem by Caio Emmanuel
About my own funeral and how I don't want people to be sad. Just the opposite, actually.
I don't have the good memories anymore...
A lot escapes me from thought.
I still hear them crying old stories,
weting my gravestone with their moanings
I do not rest plainfully, but I feel in peace.
Neither I miss a thing.
I don't feel the lost of my life with all formalities.
Not of my rights, my conquests and everything else I has able to do.
I remember, yes, by obligation, the salty tears of my family,
the moans of anguish and sadness.
Ask me how I feel, and I'd ask a less bitter funeral.
Burry me as you wish, burn me if you'd please, but do it joyfully.
I don't ask for coldness nor absolute self control, neither I ask for forced laughs.
But death is delicate, I don't want my friends in tears nor my aunts in despair.
Bake a cake with as many candles you want, guys.
Make a toast! To me and everything else you can think of!
Thank my loyal friends that came
and tell my family to move on.
Gather aroung me, mates, one last time.
Say you let me go.
Everyone knows me, and no matter what, I'll have fun.
Take long vacation on the other side, 'till someday i get back, perhaps.
© 2010 Caio Emmanuel
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
AboutIf there was a perfect way of describing me I promise you I'd post it here. There's not, though, so here it goes some stuff: I'm 19 years old, I've been writing stories, mostly about fantasy, since I .. more..