When I die
\nI will cry all night.
\nI don\u2019t want to leave.
\nWho will read to my grandchildren?
\nTake care of the flowers
\nI treasure?
\nThey will not live without me.
\nOne season will pass
\nand one by one they\u2019ll be gone.
\nGardens die without their gardeners.
\nWhere will my books go?
\nThey are part of my memory,
\nholding notes of things
\nI thought about.<\/p>\n
Triumphs of childhood.
\nFirst time Jacki stayed upright
\non his two wheeler,
\nMichael went potty by himself.
\nTheir comments on snow,
\nwatching the world go by.
\nWisdom words I cherished
\nand kept for poems.<\/p>\n
I will cry all night
\nbecause death is a wicked place,
\nthat deserves no place.
\nWhy must life disappear
\nand death hang around?
\nI will cry all night
\nand have to listen to,
\nHe\u2019s dead. He\u2019s gone.
\nBut if I\u2019m not,
\nhow will they know?
\nNo one hears a dead man cry,
\nno matter,
\nhow hard they listen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I die I will cry all night. I don\u2019t want to leave. Who will read to my grandchildren? Take care of the flowers I…<\/p>\n