Being Replaced Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reasoning and logic will eventually disappear when our last
breath has been taken from us.

Instead, people will replace them with flowers and sentiments
at our funerals.

Fragrant aromas will last for only moments in time themselves,
while our souls rise to heaven without our mortal bodies and
beings.

Laughter, joy, beginnings of life will have ended on this
final note with family and friends.

Tears filling their eyes, a eulogy given, love saying it's
goodbyes when I am gone.