When I am gone
heed these words
I do not want to be buried
in the cold with the worms.
Set me on fire
that my soul may fly,
and remember when I made you laugh
not when I made you cry.
fat and happy,
caught off guard in photographs,
remember impoverished holidays
and shoes spilling from carrier bags.
Stand tall, tearless,
no broken voice should read these words;
pick a moment when I made you smile
and not the moment
I left this world.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011