By Michelle Valois | Observer Contributor
When I am dead, don’t decorate my bones.
No pearls to mask the rotting of my teeth.
Close my eyes but place on them no stone
nor sapphire gems, nor on my head a wreath.
Burn all my papers. Give away my clothes
to anyone who needs them more than me.
Cash in my stocks and bonds – not much I know –
but treat yourselves to some frivolity.
I loved you dear. I loved as best I could.
Keep that thought and a memory or two
close to your heart, tucked safe as once I would
sing you to sleep when near your bedtime drew.
I failed to teach you three to love my Will.
Yet this last will will willingly fulfill.
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