It only feels right
for my will be to be birthed in poetry form.
I lived life so enchanted by beauty
it should not be surprising that it’d be no different
with death and I.
To begin my bequeaths, to my Mother
which I know she still needs,
and a heart filled with gratitude
for the unselfish hands
that always cared for me.
To my friends I bequeath
all the light
I worked hard to find in this lifetime
and as many perfect
beach days as they can fit in.
To them I leave the sunshine and balmy Summer nights
with a big bright moon hanging in the sky
and beautiful music playing nearby,
the perfect breeze swaying the leaves of tall trees back and forth
and of course a cold beverage
to wash all that magic down with.
To my sister I gift
courage to live the life
she always wanted to
but never felt she could
for some reason or the other.
And to my niece and nephew I bequeath
my favorite ritual:
no-pants Sunday and cereal with cartoons
I pray you hold on tight to the child you are now
and keep them happy and safe
through long and prosperous lives.
To my brothers I give
all my board games-
remember life is a game of chance
and keep playing for me.
To my father I give my deepest regrets
that we could never get beyond
the monthly phone calls
and settled for calling that
It always felt so hard to open my heart to you. You always felt distant and familiar, just like the God you devoted your life to.
I wish I could say I was sorry for being a sinner in your eyes but that’s the thing about you and I-
we just have different definitions
for the same words.
how to reconcile vocabulary?
To my partner
I bequeath slow dances in the kitchen,
my head on your chest,
my small hands enveloped in yours,
my hot breath on the nape of your neck,
my lips pushing out just enough air
to quietly sing to you the words of the
song surrounding us, most likely
in a language
you don’t even speak.
I leave you my velvet voice, the crease of my hips,
the sassy comebacks
and slurping fingertips,
and gift you the forest floors we roamed
and the tree houses
I hope we got the chance to build.
To you I leave my heart and the rest of all the love
I wish I had more time to give.
Don’t waste it.
It’s been precious to me.
Give all the rest
as you see fit.