After Me...

Will you
shed a tear or two
the day I bid my
last goodbye?

Will it rain on that day
falling with abandon?
I have always liked
the passion of a downpour!

Or, will the leaves,
dried out and
weathered,
fall over the place
I had claimed as mine

Will you,
place beside me
a bouquet of my verses?

Some had brought me smiles
others had made me cry
some I wrote for you
and the ones I did not show

There are some
I wrote in love
fragrant, and exquisite
as vintage lace
Pluck them please
keep them close to you in
some place

Don't get for me exotic flowers
for them,there will be
no room
I never lived as a rose
They called me a wild bloom