When death reaches out for us, I pray,
That I die before you, I’d never bear to be
At your funeral, to see your lifeless face,
So beautiful even in death, or,
touch your forehead at the morgue,
I can sense tears in my eyes
Even thinking of it, dear, so I pray . . .
Someday when I’m dead, you can talk about me,
To your grandchildren, and then I hope they say
“granny…he loved you so much…”
And I want you to not cry at that dear,
But, to smile…your beautiful smile.