A poem that came to me one day while thinking about my grandmother and how she viewed certain things and what her wishes were.
To all of you who did for me while I was living,
it showed you cared.
I am ready to go.
The Lord has been good to me.
He has let me know,
He also cared.
I have been blessed,
and hope you will be blessed too.
Also, I pray you will be ready
when your time comes to go.
So, live a good life
and live it to others show.
I want no Prayers, Flowers, People,
or Singing when I am gone.
You brought all these while I was living.
Then I will be put by the ones who
loved me first and most of all.
So, go on with your lives
and do for the living.
Do the best you can for someone else.
Then you will find
someone needs you after all.
Let your light shine from your open door
and live as I have,
for the good and the bad.
To all give a helping hand
to the old, lonely, happy,
and sad.
Also a kind word.
It may be passed on and
do someone else some good.
Then you will be blessed as I have.
I have loved all and
ready to go
when I get the Call.
I will not know when it could be,
Winter, Summer, Spring, or Fall.
I still will have my door open to Him.
As He will be the One
to make the final Call.
Then my door will be closed
forever to each of you and all.
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