The stage of life has come for sure
When there is less to live than more
And knowing this I have no fear
But now reflect on all that’s dear
My family grown, just him and me
And this is how it’s meant to be
It’s time to make the plans as must
Deliver us to that earthly dust
I pause to think of what is best
And contemplate that final rest
No stuffy, wooden box for me
I think that I should like a tree
Reduce me to ash, and comingle well
With fertile soil where I may dwell
Dig the hole and place me there
And whisper please, a gentle prayer
Then place the sapling tree just so
That together we might grow
Into a tree of rest and shade
For those who wander in the glade
Around me I shall hope to find
Souls with whom I shared like mind
Who understood the beauty of
The branch where perched the turtle dove
They knew that far beneath the earth
A microcosm of life does birth
Another world far from our eyes
Where the green and beautiful forest lies
So when this life of mine is done
The trees and I shall be as one
Then I shall rest contentedly
In the Memory Forest of eternity
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2022 08:39
- Comment from author about the poem: With everything that is happening in my world and my country I took a short sabbatical to rest and recoup, and get my brain cells back in working order. Everything seems to be functioning now, and it feels good to be back with this wonderful community of friends. This poem kind of came out of a search for peace of mind.
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Comments7
May peace continue to take root, to grown and flourish.
Thank you dear poet, I see a few sprouts and it's hopeful
I would love to be put in the recycle bin with the words. See what you can do for me, guys.
That sounds like a special lending library to me. Maybe "Memory Books"? Thanks for your comment!
A fine write Bella.
Meanwhile - a fictional daft write on this theme, from me, beginning:
Me end had come
They chucked me in an old tea chest
But no! They needed the chest for more tea
So they tipped me on the rubbish heap.
Where I mixed with old manure!....... (heehee)
I write some rubbish sometimes. lol.
Now my friend, that was more than a chuckle, it was an extended laugh! Thank you , I needed that!
Fine wishes Bella but please not for a long while.
Andy
Thank you dear friend, I shall continue to enjoy those trees from above ground as long as I'm able.
Bella this one hit close to the heart. I found the words and the theme as well as the very thoughts of transforming into a tree most beautiful and moving. Loved it.
Thank you so much dear friend for your kind words.
I must be suffering from a delusion that I have my finger on the pulse at MPS and don't miss much.
Seems I'm wrong; I've missed out on you, Bella up to now - apologies for that.
And not a good poem to start with - your poem here. There is the obvious finality about it.
Also, to romanticise the disposal of one's remains runs for me into difficulty as the whole issue is really of garbage disposal alone. If one wants to utilise this material in any way, then give it to a medical school. Beyond that......
I enjoy your poetry and will keep an eye on you in future - so write on....
My friend, thank you for your sincere comments.
I am mightily impressed and so glad you felt able to come back Bella .. x
Thank you dear friend!
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