Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Will You?

Will you pick strawberries after I’m gone?
Kneel in the dirt and the sand?
Will you take your children out to the fields,
forging a bond with the land?

Will you feed hummingbirds after I’m gone?
Sunflower seeds for the jays?
Will you know that it’s the cardinal’s song
beckoning you through the haze?

Will you plant daffodils after I’m gone?
Wait for the blooms Aprils bring?
Follow the butterflies in the May sun?
Remember me most in the spring.


Ellecee said...

This poem is really beautiful, I love it. As I grow older I wonder about being remembered,,,your poem expresses this hope/need so well,,

Margaret said...

LOVE this! So winsome and softly questioning.

Janine Bollée said...

This is a poem to treasure.
Delicate and as Margaret says: winsome.
You put the matter of memory so wisely, with just that touch of pleading. The dactyls seem to make the lines dance. So glad you agreed to try them.

Kay L. Davies said...

This is beautiful. I would love to have people remember me this way.
I agree with Aprille, a poem to treasure.

Anonymous said...

Just lovely, Lola. I'm 56 and starting to think, in the vaguest way, of how I'll be remembered.

This also reminded me of a song, "If Ever I Would Leave You," from the Broadway show "Camelot."

Spring, the time of rebirth, and a fitting time to remember those who have been born into a new existence. Peace, Amy

Other Mary said...

Oh, that's really lovely.

Maude Lynn said...

What a beautiful piece!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is beautiful: melodious, colourful and uplifting.

Stormcat Poetry said...

I like this sweet poem. Reminds me of all the things I learned from my love.

not displayed said...

This is lovely, it makes me feel a little sad but it is beautiful