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