Ordinary memory. Everyday......Beauty



Everyday Beauty

When I die don’t let them keep the bones

to marvel at the load they bore;

nor the ashes to wonder at the quantity.

 

Don’t offer them the parts that work,

so that others, nearer life, can share the pain.

 

Break the bones, and spread the ashes

under a lemon tree and roses.

 

Let me at last bring scent and savour

to the weary lives of those who loved me.

 

When I die I want to be an ordinary memory.

Doris Leadbetter 1927-2004