thoughts after attending a funeral

thoughts after attending a funeral

A Poem by annie lee

when I am gone and

all that remains is ashes in a tasteful jar,

please say only truth over me.

don't let them say she was a beacon of light

to other Christians

because I’m not.

don't let them paint me as some meek and mild sister,

my head demurely covered

and my eyes lowered

in submission.

they can say she loved to laugh

and she loved to hear the laughter of others.

they can say she loved to give

because I do.

they can say I loved my friends fiercely.

my loved ones more fiercely,

and I hated injustice.

they can say I worked hard, I dreamed big,

I was a pushover for cats and puppies and babies.

but don't let them say I was a devout woman,

one of Christ's saints.

because I hold the teachings of Christ too precious

to dilute them thus.

my eyes were not always on Him.

He knows that, and I won't lie.

say that I loved this earth, this exquisite little planet

He put us on,

and I had a great time.

I hope it can be said of me

that I passed on the goodness that I received in this life.

if that can be said, say nothing else.

 

© 2013 annie lee


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These are the kind of memories I would love to leave behind.

Be nice to meet up on the next level one day.

Beccy.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What an extraordinary epitaph in your poetry. People do tend to go and on saying things they hardly mean or are mot true once we're gone, I love the honesty is this write, brava. Enjoyed this immensely.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

annie lee

11 Years Ago

thank you so much.

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