Live
So,
I have been to
Yellow tarp goodbyes
At HDB void decks - home.
Incessant Taoist chants that
Arouse the ire of a distant neighbour.
Grief muted by the
Cracking of peanut shells.
Red threads around wrists
Said to ward off bad luck.
But,
If I ever leave
Surround me with white roses.
Dress me well
Though it doesn't really matter
So long I am wearing a smile
For that's how I'd want to be
Remembered for doing most
All my life.
Heck,
Make me lie laughing
Show off those pearly whites
I didn't brush for nothing.
(Thanks orthodontist!)
Highlight the pinks of my cheeks
I'd like a healthy
Natural glow please.
Hush,
Hush little baby don't you cry.
Celebrate a life well lived
The little things.
Bask in the joy of the company
Of the ones whom I love
And is loved by.
Love one another.
And,
When all that is done
Scatter me through the ocean
I am not a ceramic plaque
Not to be reduced to a tiny headshot.
Hold on dearly to
The words I have written
The photographs I have taken.
For
I truly hope that
What I have shared with the world
Is what it keeps of me.
(Note: Romanticizing death can be a dangerous, dangerous thing. I am aware of this, and do not advocate for it. However, penning this allowed me to feel things that the usually-emotionless me doesn't and has in fact given me a multiplied zest for life.)
