bring no flowers
to my grave
waste no tears
if you couldn’t be bothered
to do either
when I was here
—
~Melanie Blackwell
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Very heartstriking, but also very true, I agree with the message.
Thank you.
This is such a simple piece of truth – painful truth. Beautifully written.
Thank you so much.
Reconciliation with the inevitable. Shocking at first , but the truth lies beneath theatrical social conventions. A very good read after a couple of sleepless nights.
Thank you so much. Get some rest, you. How is your no coffee (horrible idea) going ?
My sister got me a fresh bag of insanely delicous flavoured coffee, so… yeah. It was a foolish decision, to begin with 😉
🙂 Yumm
Reblogged this on Rethinking Life and commented:
Melanie’s powerful poem is a reminder not to wait until it’s too late.
A few simple words,,,lead to all that power. Beautifully done and true. Sometimes it’s just too late. Great poem. Important poem. I’m going to reblog so that people remember.
Thank you for sharing it.
So true… They extoll your greatness when you are dead but they make your life miserable when you are alive.
Right?! Too little too late.
I love the power in this poem, Melanie. And I actually feel the same way. I’ve already made it clear that when I die, I want no funeral, no memorial service, no obituary announcing that I’m gone. Those who love and care about me and are involved in my life from day to day will know. As for fair-weathered friends or people I didn’t even like, they don’t get to show up and indulge in a superficial mourning ritual that I find grotesque.
Thanks Miranda. I actually prefer to be cremated so no grave…but the imagery worked well to get my point across 🙂
Straight and to the point.
Yeah…no sugar coating 🙂
Oh Wow…This is strong, and very well put.
I cannot but say, yeah. I agree with this sentiment
Thank you
Of course, in my case, it would be ‘ come not to my pyre..”
I actually prefer cremation for myself. So no grave…lol poetic license 🙂
ty for sharing this painful truth Melanie,
i don’t suffer hypocrisy well either.
I’m with you..I’ll take alot of things from people but liars and hypocrites…that I cannot abide.
Honest, open and searingly true – a modern day Christina Rossetti. Well written.
Wow, not sure what to say to that…except thank you.