From our stars to the floret
of a golden Dandelion bloom
that grows and graces my lawn
everything begins and ends,
and I hope that when I approach
my end I will do so with courage
and dignity
that I will trust its author,
that I will go peacefully,
and know this is just
the next thing I’ll do
in the line of things
I have done
that this is just one more part
not unlike the others
and that this moment
is a scared moment
this final moment
I hope I will meet
this life I have lived
this cycle I have been born into
and within this glorious blink
grows old to
that I am intimately piece, and parcel to
I hope I will accept and know
that it has the full approval
of its creator.