How old will I be when I die?
Who will be there? My boys? These two dogs?
Will it be summer or fall, winter or spring?
Perhaps it will have rained that day.
I hope I am in this room with its windows
facing east, with the two smiling monks
on the wall, my books piled next to the lamp
with the polka dotted shade on the small white table,
my panda bear from childhood still perchedÂ
on top of the wardrobe. I would like to have said
goodbye and I love you to all who matter. Â
I would like to feel satisfied that I have used
this one life well and audaciously.
Lastly, I hope that I will be able to
send rays of strength, luck and contentmentÂ
to everyone I’ve left behind.
As needed. Â
