I chanced upon a favorite poem of mine today while reading and thought I would share it with all my readers (one). This poem kinda wraps up my thoughts and feelings about friends, flowers, funerals and America’s ritual of decorating graves. If decorating graves helps the loved ones accept and cope with their loss; then so be it, it is just not my belief.
I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have one pleasant word
In kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still,
And life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true
Than tears shed ’round my casket,
When this world I bid adieu.
Blossoms bring to me today,
Whether pink or white or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now
Than a truckload when I’m dead.
This poem has a few other names, like “Please Don’t Wait” and “One Little Rose”.
Anyway, I just wanted to share this bit of written wealth. Enjoy!