When
I am dead, my dearest,
sing
a song of love for me
and
then,
plant
daisies & sunflowers galore
till
they fill the meadow
by
our home and,
every
time you look at them,
do
not be sad, but rather
smile
and remember me.
I
will be the rain
coaxing
the flowers to grow,
I
will be the sun,
causing
them to bloom,
I
will be the wind,
dancing
to and fro.
If
you do this, my dearest,
I
promise you,
our
song of love will never die.
©
Mildred Santiago 2016
