To Know That You Remember

It will be good to know that you remember
When you place flowers on my grave in December

I may not be there, for you see, then I will be free
Like the wind that blows in the tall pine trees

Like an eagle soaring over the mountain tops high
Or like a bird conspiring to fly

Perhaps I will be living in a mansion be on the sky
I will know that you came and the flowers will tell me why

by Ludema Mills Garza

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