Look deeply into my eyes
Get lost
Take note of how I feel
now that
My husband has died

Everything is grief
Everything is silent

I watch the light fall behind the trees again
Every day the light calls to me
Keep going
This can't be my death bed

I am made of salt
and bone

I am writing a book
By living

the average cost of a funeral is
$8,515

death is unaffordable for me

put me in  big oblong cardboard box

2 feet by 3 feet by 6 feet

packing list enclosed

fragile (not really)
      please handle with care

keep upright

       or

supine

send me to the
grande vide

postage due

there is lots of beauty when springtime comes around
daffodils and tulips popping from the ground
showing of there colors for there flower show
warms your soul inside gives your heart a glow.

sun begins to shine birds begin to sing
happy as can be bringing in the  spring
the cockerel on the fence bringing in the dawn
welcoming the world to a springtime morn

creatures they come out from there winter bed
fom there hibernation for the spring ahead
the beauty that is nature growing wild and free
there in all its glory there for us to see