I hope I'm not home mindlessly scrolling on my phone,
Or lost in thoughts filling in the gaps with everything I could have been.
I hope I'm full of memories and stained with love,
my eyes over used to see things that glitter and all the golds I've found.
I hope my treasures are lots of hugs and I do not sigh in relief,
May I be greedy because I had so much to live for but grateful because I have almost completed my story no matter how many blank chapters I had.
I hope my lips are sore from kissing so much
my hands are tender from another hands holding it,
my mind is mad from existing and being human.
when death comes
I hope my body has been on God’s canvas of aging and doing it gracefully,
may my funeral be loud like a party
full and overcrowded
May there be jokes of how overwhelmingly funny I was.
I hope someone stands up and says
“she is the most interesting poem God has written in a while”.
when death finds me
I hope he finds me drunk to stupor on life,
high on the good times and weirdly myself.
as the beginning was a harsh fall
and the middle a parachute,
may the end be a soft landing.
Amen
© Hope