Bury Me With Words (an original poem)
When I die,
Bury me with words.
Send me off with cinquains of summer,
Where the warmth never fades
And the sun is ever bright.
Sing to me
Your handwritten sonnets
Bursting with love and desire
And all manners of adventure.
Remember me with verses
Of life and freedom,
So timeless that they never age.
Bury me with words
So my legacy is eternity.