When I Die

When I die,

I’ll die with charisma.

I’ll look pretty on my death bed,

I’ll be wearing a pink dress with two marigolds in my hair

And I’ll be smelling of peaches.

 

Before I die,

I want you to sing songs to me.

Songs of love,

For I want to carry them along

And all those merry memories.

 

I want you to kiss me into my last breath.

And then, when you put me to the ground,

I want you to visit me on Saturday mornings.

 

Remember me with roses

And not pink carnations.

And when you’re too old to come ,

Write letters to my grave.

© Mehak Aggarwal