when I
die
cobble
together a brass band
one of
each
trumpet, saxophone, trombone
flute, clarinet, bass
drum
lead my
loved ones .. onlookers too
through
the streets of my home town
dance like there's no tomorrow
raise your glasses
to life, to love, to us, to me
dance like there's no tomorrow
raise your glasses
to life, to love, to us, to me
then scatter
my ashes
let me soar
Dearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteGuess the subject when I die, will always be an unexpected one!
But I love this scenario very much! Let me soar, to a place where the soul will be; forever as they NEVER die.
Big hugs,
Mariette
Today we will finish the last batch of Pdfs with each 4 chapters, this is the final and biggest chapter. Feels great.
Why is it, I wonder, that so many people have to wait until they die to soar? One of life's great mysteries.
ReplyDeleteLOL, not me ... I soar most days! Cheers.
DeleteYour poem reminded me of the New Orleans funeral processions with the musicians following the horse-drawn hearse, dancing and making music all the way. What a way to go!
ReplyDeleteThis is so moving! You're a wonderful poet and person, Helen!💝
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute...the art and the poetry. Thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteMay you always soar, Helen. You are facing mortality with a spirit full of life. I like that this piece reflects that spirit well.
ReplyDeleteWhat a way to go, Helen! You do soar with your poetry, rehearsing for the unexpected.
ReplyDeleteWhat a good idea but a pity I wouldn't be there to witness it myself!
ReplyDeleteLuv the idea of still being able to soar after death
ReplyDeleteAnd what a celebration of life music and words. Luv this
Much💖love
The final journey with a musical band, the last march so well expressed.
ReplyDeleteNo sad songs for me either. I want it to be a celebration of life with music as loud as I am!
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