My niece
made me bangle
of letters, stars, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

There's a strange beauty in death
how peaceful a lifeless
body lays still
the calm expression on
the face of the departed
unknown secrets dancing
behind their closed eyes

Knowing that they are free
of human misery
no longer subjected
to suffering
and yet still connected
to our hearts
still remembered by love
still loved

And let us hope
they are welcomed
by whatever God
they prayed to
may they be reunited
with old friends
and family gone before
may their life
their beautiful life
be celebrated
and may they
be remembered
and loved
and loved
and loved

I know
I never have enough
still the little I have left
I give to you
so when I run on empty
you would've been
a few miles ahead of me.

In the winter i'll come
I'll come to you in the winter -
                                            In the winter I'll come,
Like a flake, i'll fall in your palms,

In the winter i'll come,
Galloping on the white wind, in my hair, to hold you,
                                    With the horizon waving,

Don't go, don't go,
I will come, don't forget me,
I am lost among strangers,
                            I'll come, wait for me -
Like a tear, i'll drop from the sky
                    to kiss your warm cheeks,

Whisper to me again - eternity,
                                      I'll come, wait for me,
In the winter, i'll fall,
                    Like a flake, i will fall in your palms
I'll melt