epitaph
refractions of a shattered mirror,
tears trapped inside an iv line,
tip toe to hear your breathing better,
if your body fails I'll give you mine.
bury me outside the city.
i'll meet the earth with outstretched arms.
just bugs and dirt, no suffering,
no get-well-wishes, no earthly harm.
write me an epitaph tonight.
make sure to mention that I was loved
by a mom who taught me how to live
a day worthy of another night.
beloved child, beloved friend,
who loved and was loved until the end.
lift up your head, now, lift up your head
and rest your flesh upon this bed.
reflections of your bedroom window,
the last place you laid your weary head,
on a hospital-issued pillow,
upon a hospice-scented bed.
bury me outside the city
where the roots embrace my weary arms.
no sorrow from the knowing tree.
this offering needs no healing balm.
write me an epitaph tonight.
make sure to mention that I was loved
by a mom who taught me how to live
a day worthy of another night.
beloved child, beloved friend,
resting only in a sentence end.
one phrase to capture who I was,
a bridge to "when we meet again."
tears trapped inside an iv line,
tip toe to hear your breathing better,
if your body fails I'll give you mine.
bury me outside the city.
i'll meet the earth with outstretched arms.
just bugs and dirt, no suffering,
no get-well-wishes, no earthly harm.
write me an epitaph tonight.
make sure to mention that I was loved
by a mom who taught me how to live
a day worthy of another night.
beloved child, beloved friend,
who loved and was loved until the end.
lift up your head, now, lift up your head
and rest your flesh upon this bed.
reflections of your bedroom window,
the last place you laid your weary head,
on a hospital-issued pillow,
upon a hospice-scented bed.
bury me outside the city
where the roots embrace my weary arms.
no sorrow from the knowing tree.
this offering needs no healing balm.
write me an epitaph tonight.
make sure to mention that I was loved
by a mom who taught me how to live
a day worthy of another night.
beloved child, beloved friend,
resting only in a sentence end.
one phrase to capture who I was,
a bridge to "when we meet again."
Credits
Writer(s): Addy Tirado, Tate Sigmon
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