Holding On
When my time comes and my race is run,
I’m too tired to go on,
You don’t have to worry,
You don’t have to hurry,
I’ll be strong,
And I’ll wait ‘till you’ve come along.
Don’t think that I’m gone.
Don’t think I won’t hold on
Don’t think I would leave you alone.
I’ll be here in the breeze,
In my trees holding on,
Until you’ve come to be with me,
And we move on to a new life.
You’re my wife, my best friend.
Can’t you see?
I’ll be there.
foot note: This is a concrete rose, featuring hallucinogenic organic matter icing, on a grave stone.
Concrete Rose - Williamsboro, N.C. August, 2007