BRING ME NOT FLOWERS...

BRING ME NOT FLOWERS...

.....when I am gone,

for I will not know their fragrance..

Weep not at my grave

for I can not wipe away your tears.

Say no kind words for I will not hear.

Come now, hold my hand,

let me see your smile..

hear your voice and share your laughter,

for still I breathe, still I'm here.

Be not afraid of my passing,

it's just another journey

I'll not go alone

for your love will be with me

and I will be in the arms of all who have gone before.

 (c) Crissouli Feb 2013