The flowers on the funeral wreath, feel the heaviest,
They wish not to meet this cold body,
They desire to be gifted when they could bring a smile,
They love to decorate, not the mourning walls,
But a lively room, filled with giggles,
The flowers on the funeral wreath, feel the heaviest.
This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015
Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
I don't know where it is anymore, but I wrote a poem that started with "Don't place flowers on my grave; plant pinwheels." I lost the only copy long ago, but the upshot of it was that I didn't want to be mourned. I wanted people to have fun and be lighthearted instead.
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Do share your poem when you find it. I would love to read it. The thoughts sound interesting to me. :)