When I die, I don't want to be buried. I don't want a casket. I don't want a tombstone.
I don't really want much of a funeral. I simply want whomever desires To say something about me To do so (Whether it's good, bad, or funny).
I want to be burned In a cardboard box, And as I'm being cremated, I want someone To read a poem that I have written For that very occasion.
When I'm all turned to ashes, I want them to put me In a cheap little container And throw my ashes into the wind. Maybe over a field, a forest, or the ocean-- Whatever, so long as it's windy there.
Mostly, I don't want my loved ones to have a Specific place to visit me
Because I want to be the one Who visits my loved ones
So I can give them kisses When the wind Brushes their cheeks.