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Do not grieve when I am gone,
I would not want it so.
Plant both feet firm in life’s joy,
and let my spirit go.
Take Mother Earth and dance with her,
and pass the day with Father Time,
for when you hear the linnet sing,
Know that it comes from my beating heart.
When you see the cherry blossom,
confetti falling at your feet,
Know that I celebrate your life,
in each and every way.
When you see the warm spring showers,
or harshest winter rains,
know that they are my tears of joy,
for your each and every day.
When you feel the summer’s breeze,
or brave a storm wind night
Listen out!
For I may call your name,
to remind you I’m about.
© Threnody 09.10.14
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Picture credit: Torfi007 Pixabay
