I Hope - Poem by Orlando Belo
I hope when I take my final breath,
it will be peacefully in my dreams.
Revisiting the places, I used to go,
the woods, meadows, and streams.
The summer day would be sunny,
with a light warm breeze in the air.
Rippling water echoes against the riverbank,
as it flows over rocks and green hair.
I see my family picnicking by the river,
as we did in earlier times.
Watching my sister and brothers in the shallows,
splashing, and chanting nursery rhymes.
My daughter and sons are also there,
and my grandchildren too.
These are the memories of past Sunday afternoons,
so perfect to take with you.
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