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When I passed away last year,
there was a terrible fuss.
One family contingent insisted on traditional
burial while the other wanted cremation.
Cremation finally won out (as it’s clean
and simple and was my wish).
Then the fighting began anew over
where what was left of me should reside.
One wanted to keep me on his mantel where
he could continue to keep an eye on me.
Another wanted to throw me in the wide
blue lake to keep my grandpa company.
Days of battling tore at my heartstrings
until my beautiful, sweet children
snuck out my ashes and cast me
to the wind (they knew I’d like it).
Parts of me flew away, picked up by the
jet stream, world traveling still,
but the bulk of me plopped on the ground
at the poor children’s feet.
They hadn’t the heart to move me,
so I’ve settled in here.
The rain has washed me deeply into
the soil now and I’m comfortable,
so should you drop by, just look for me
where the jonquils grow thick.
there was a terrible fuss.
One family contingent insisted on traditional
burial while the other wanted cremation.
Cremation finally won out (as it’s clean
and simple and was my wish).
Then the fighting began anew over
where what was left of me should reside.
One wanted to keep me on his mantel where
he could continue to keep an eye on me.
Another wanted to throw me in the wide
blue lake to keep my grandpa company.
Days of battling tore at my heartstrings
until my beautiful, sweet children
snuck out my ashes and cast me
to the wind (they knew I’d like it).
Parts of me flew away, picked up by the
jet stream, world traveling still,
but the bulk of me plopped on the ground
at the poor children’s feet.
They hadn’t the heart to move me,
so I’ve settled in here.
The rain has washed me deeply into
the soil now and I’m comfortable,
so should you drop by, just look for me
where the jonquils grow thick.
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Everything becomes happy at some point. Even... Um... Cups? Either way, great poem. ^^