I want people to say about me
that she wrote
she created
she never stopped
speaking
through words what the spirit revealed to her.
I want them to say
Even if the words were not theirs
Or her ways were not theirs
She still wrote.
She still shared her heart.
I want them to say
that the echoes
of her spirit
rang from the canopy of trees,
she was held in the light of the sun
she was carried on the breeze that blows
invisibly over the surface of the earth.
I want them to say
The birds sang their morning songs
outside her window
beckoning her to join them in welcoming the day.
Her days were wrought with action
with loving
with living
with all that she had...
I want them to say:
She loved the earth.
She loved her man.
She loved her children.
She loved her life.
I want them to say they saw me...
Because they saw it within themselves.