When I die, <br />Let me take with me, <br />The fragrance of red roses, <br />Blowing in the breeze. <br /> <br />When I die, <br />Let me take with me, <br />The feel of the rain, <br />and the sound of the sea. <br /> <br />And, then, when I open my eyes <br />In that brand new land, <br />No need to say any last goodbyes, <br />I'll just wiggle my toes, in that heavenly sand!<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-47/
