Yvonne Rautenbach

Rookie - 61 Points (Aquarian - I am over 50 / UK)

The Last Word Of Love - Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

Son, when I am dead
Put no angels at my head
Buy flowers for your girl instead

Son, when my soul has flown
Etch not my age in brass and stone
Write to your love or pickup the 'phone

I will come in a smile or your baby's hand
I will be at the seaside buried in sand

So son when I am read
Remember these little words I said
''Seek the living not the dead

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Advice to my sons

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2012

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