When My Death Comes I

Jan 28, 2019 16:46

I want a little piece of my body, my heart perhaps, buried by my wife's grave in Shelly, and the rest of it turned to compost to nourish some forest or garden somewhere. ( Read more... )

personal life, sacred poetry. death. mary oliver

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opakele January 29 2019, 04:04:41 UTC
You shall have your wish...

Mary Oliver was amazing.

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bobby1933 January 31 2019, 04:01:30 UTC
Thank you!

Yes, she was.

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abendstille January 29 2019, 13:30:37 UTC
wonderful poem, thanks for sharing.

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bobby1933 January 31 2019, 04:03:46 UTC
You are welcome.

I am blessed to have friends who appreciate her.

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