Don't Bring Me Flowers When I Die

[Amanda66]

Don't Bring Me Flowers When I Die
by Amanda

My spirit has passed
Charon's ferry awaits
The next horizon is near
There is no fear

My friends have gathered in this room
I see they've brought buds in bloom
So sad it's a waste I think
The Elysium Fields are gold and pink

It was something they all knew
How I rejoiced with each new spring
To see the grass and trees renew

I loved the summer flowers wild
Ever since I was a child
All saw that during winter's chill
Bright blue violets grew on the sill

Friends knew when asked I'd say
Gifts of roses make my day
I need to breathe their sweet perfume
They lift my heart, dispell the gloom

Don't bring me flowers when I die
Don't bring me flowers when I die

This is something I've thought about in the past. We need to show our love for our loved ones and friends when they are with us. Thanks for reading this and i'd like to hear what you think about the poem or the idea behind it.
Amanda

[Miss Sophie]

Oh Amanda!

I really hope you're just flexing your poetic muscles?

I loved the image of the blue violets on the sill.
It seemed very symbolic of the fragility of beauty in a cold world.
But also hopeful that life will find a way.

You've got a real talent for this!

Love Sophie

XOXOXOXOX