Poetry

When the

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Time comes will you carry me home?

And will the sun shine brighter on that day?

Will the skies be clear and my family be comforted from the loss of me?

Will I see it coming and accept it is my time to go?

Or will I be shocked to look down and realize I am now going no more.

Soon the dirt will bury me up and all that will be left is memories of the good and bad days we shared.

And will they be able to recall at least one?

At my funeral or afterward when everyone is gather around sharing all the times we’ve had.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes