Donation to Charity of Choice

No tears for her leaving
no gifts of bouquet of sorrow
impede not with tearful pleas
do not hold back with dirges

no putrefaction of the flesh
no thoughts on these, to feed

the forests that seem to burn
with the blazes of a setting sun
the hues of blooms at dawn
let them be her memories of joy

no thoughts on sod atop her
no sad reading of death pain

the larks that sing at waking
the swallows that flit in the sky
the slow drone of the dragonfly
the flirtatious flutter of the butterfly

let beauty of the last memories
be her bed of ignorance

let them all be her companion
as she nestles down to die
to close her eyes for ever more
and enter her own elysian fields

she says goodbye as she said hello
the end of a beginning to the end.