Journey Poem by Mary Naylor
Journey
When I die,
Let me take with me,
The fragrance of red roses,
Blowing in the breeze.
When I die,
Let me take with me,
The feel of the rain,
and the sound of the sea.
And, then, when I open my eyes
In that brand new land,
No need to say any last goodbyes,
I'll just wiggle my toes, in that heavenly sand!
What a thoroughly enchanting poem. Light and lyrical with a touch of wisdom that makes this reader's heart sing. You're absolutely right. The things that really matter don't cost a cent. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Beautiful, Mary. I am with you all the way. Strength for the journey. And a safe passage into that happy land. Love, Sandra