I will be gone
But I am available if you want
I will be turned into ashes
For I don’t long for any more space in this world
So, let me go, but with a Smile.
For I have lived and survived.
And no longer need your attention
But do want some flowers……
You might not know, Hydrangeas are my favorite
I don’t mind Chrysanthemums too
For here you have a choice to make!
I can’t remember when I was gifted flowers
I don’t like asking for them
I never asked or did I ask but never got
But today I will make the exception
Hydrangeas or Chrysanthemums
Even Carnations, they remind me where I started from.
Bring them with you when you see me off!
I wont ask again, I promise.
Just this one time…..
I know it is hard to look beyond right now,
But trust me my darlings, it will get better.
You will accept that it was my time to rest.
I am gone because I was done
I learnt lessons through rejections
I cried when I was let go
I stayed when No one else did
I tried harder, even when every bone inside me crumbled under the pressure
But now I am done
I am finally free!
No don’t be sad, for this is life
A circle that will never break.
But oh, my sweet daughters
Break every other circle that binds you down
Allow yourself to make mistakes
Because that is the only way to become the person you were always meant to be
For there is no other achievement bigger than
Accepting & being who you want to be
Just don’t forget my hydrangeas
They are a cluster of memories I have made
Hoping you will keep me alive in your garden of flowers
My last task before I am physically gone….
To give you the garden that makes you smile
So now you know where to put my ashes
I will always be there to welcome you back home.
For now I am done
But you know I am available if you want.
Black Coffee and Grey Stories 
One response to ““Bring me Flowers””
Reblogged this on Black Coffee and Grey Stories and commented:
This one is truly my most favorite poem. My dad moved on to the next realm, leaving us behind on planet earth almost 10 years ago. Just 2 days short of my birthday. It is still difficult to get through days without hearing his voice, he was my best friend. And so I hope to leave pieces of me (in the form of my writings) behind for my daughters for when I am gone. Now only if I can be half an amazing parent as he was to me. So reposting this one tonight, because …….I miss him!
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