Journey

When I die,
Let me take with me,
The fragrance of red roses,
Blowing in the breeze.

When I die,
Let me take with me,
The feel of the rain,
and the sound of the sea.

And, then, when I open my eyes
In that brand new land,
No need to say any last goodbyes,
I'll just wiggle my toes, in that heavenly sand!

by Mary Naylor

Comments (2)

Beautiful, Mary. I am with you all the way. Strength for the journey. And a safe passage into that happy land. Love, Sandra
What a thoroughly enchanting poem. Light and lyrical with a touch of wisdom that makes this reader's heart sing. You're absolutely right. The things that really matter don't cost a cent. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥