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Love
Me Now
Do not bring flowers to me when I'm
dead;
Unlighted eyes can't see the
colors bright.
I'll have no need of them where
angels tread.
Just lay my body down in earth's
dark bed
And know my soul has gone where
there is light.
Do not bring flowers to me when
I'm dead.
In this my fleeting life I've
often said
I need warm smiles to help me
through life's fight;
I'll have no need of them where
angels tread.
But now my soul cries out in
fear and dread
Of traveling down life's road
alone at night;
Do not bring flowers to me when
I'm dead.
Don't wait until I've said
goodbye; instead,
Bestow upon me now gifts that
delight.
I'll have no need of them where
angels tread.
I say to you before my life has
fled,
Before I feel the chill of
winter's blight,
Do not bring flowers to me when
I'm dead;
I'll have no need of them where
angels tread.
Copyright © 1994 Ruth Gillis
Previously
published in Tucumcari
Literary Review August 1994
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