Once I breathe my last and your tears are dried,
I want you to sprinkle me in the garden.
I’ve lived my life for the art of it all,
and I wish to continue to occupy minds when the sun is out.
As the flowers bloom with my ashes encased in their roots,
you will be reminded of my presence.
It is an opportunity for my soul to flourish after my heart stops,
and for you to remember that there are new beginnings after any death.
Let me grow, and so shall you.