Reid@YWP

I have given many a thought to what happens when we die, specifically, what happens to our bodies. You have the option to be classically buried, cremated, donated to science.

Dad is a collector of rainbows,  

Pictures taken to capture and frame  

A small wonder performed on the world. 

He says it’s like saving up luck in our lives. 

Carried by the songbird’s wings 

Through forests bright, caverns dim, 

Flying in the wild wind.  

Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said 

And the light is leaving from your eyes. 

Before 

we wake, 

we are huddled under 

blankets 

and dreaming. 

Before 

we wake 

there are others 

living, 

breathing,