Walking down the pathway of the cemetery felt strange. It had me wondering how were these people remembered by their loved ones, and how their loved one dealt with the loss. How many people were at their funeral? Were there tears? How often did they visit their grave? When did the weeds start to overtake their grave? When did the flowers stop appearing? Looking at the varying states of tidy ness of the graves, I can’t help but think about how I would want my grave to look like. Hence, partially as a response to the poem “Cremains” by Charlene shepherdson, and partially as a expression of my thoughts, I wrote this poem:
Instructions
When I die, send me flowers. Replant me as a tree. Let me be part of the nature of this city.
When I die, turn me into a diamond. Keep your memories in my crystals. Keep them beautiful.
When I die, throw me to wind. Let the weight take flight, and with them, the charred remains.
When I die, keep my legacy for as long as you need. Touch the stone as often as you please. Let the crystals fall as much as you want.
Then, forget about me. Forget all, but one memory. The prettiest one. The happiest one. Let the ocean reclaim the ashes. Let the weeds take over the grave. Let the dust settle on the diamond. Let me go.
This is my final wish, my final instructions: do what you need, to set yourself free, for I have already crossed the river, but you have not. And till the day we meet again, I wish not to be your bridge.
"Forgotten"- A Writing Journey 