Poem For the Deceased
“From dust to dust”, they say
But that only involves the corporeal body
And the stuff we’ve collected over the years
Like books and clothes and houses and cars
And, and, and. . .
These leftovers can be passed from generation to generation
Or from friend to friend
Or just left behind
And they will eventually revert to dust
But
I trust
That the real me
Which thinks and loves;
Cries, and is attracted to all the above stuff
Is not made of dust
And therefore, will not return to dust
Spirit is a tricky thing to define;
To tie down with solid words
We share thoughts
And smiles and kisses and tears
So when I shed this body
The real me will go Beyond
To happily shake off the dust
And rejoin God
And leave behind
Traces of thoughts
And smiles and kisses and tears
I plan to remember you
And I hope
You will remember me
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