Sunday, January 25, 2015

scatter me like milkweed

"We haven't talked about this in awhile.", was how Dave began
our conversation last night as we drove home.  We went on to talk
about where our final "some day" resting place would be.  Likely
not a conversation many of us have, but an important one to put
in words.  As you get older, or when you travel through major illness,
you think about these things.

As we have an animal cemetery behind our barn,
I, too, wish to stay at this farm.
So scatter me to the wind,
plant my soul in the meadow,
and let the sparrows & bluebirds sing poetry.

          Photo credit via.  Words by Emily Dickinson

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