Do Not Cry Poem by Randy McClave

When I die
I don't want you to cry,
I don't want your tears
From memories of forgotten years.
I don't want you to bring me any flowers
With sadness or regrets for hours
I don't want you to visit me with grief
By car or plane in sadness to bring a wreath.
If you love me that much
If your soul and heart I did touch
Then what are you waiting for
You know where's my home and my door.
Give me those flowers now
Instead on my grave which you did vow,
Come soon and visit me
So, while living you I can see.
Those flowers then I don't want you to carry
Just for others to read or see in my obituary
I hope that might be a very long wait
Until God Almighty chooses my fate.
I want to see the flowers beauty
Which is their earthly duty,
Please bring them so I can hold on
Please! Don't wait until I am gone.

Randy L. McClave