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Ending
by Steve BabaIf I died today
Would you still love me?
They would put me in
That white hot fire
And burn my body
To ashes.
Could you love a pile
Of ashes?
They would put me in a box
And say that he
Was ready to explore
The ocean.
Would you be there
When they sent me afloat?
No heart left.
No mind left.
My soul went up above.
And I would have to wait for you,
Hopefully many years,
Because you deserve to be happy
In life.
But I hope you don't forget me.
09/02/2008 Posted on 09/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Steve Baba
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/03/08 at 08:00 PM Warm and tender. The desire for some kind of "immortality" on earth comes through. Universal need to be remembered! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/23/08 at 05:03 PM Another thought provoking piece, emotionally speaking here... thanks again for sharing your talent with us. alisa |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 12/01/10 at 01:03 AM I can relate to this poem. I often think about this subject and wonder if I'd leave a footprint in people's lives. |
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