My Last Wish
Another very poignant poem written by Mick Westwood about the last wishes of a loved one.
My Last Wish
Scatter me gently, then let me lie,
There in the heather, under the sky,
Leave me no headstone, save that in your heart,
Keep only the love, that I did impart.
Let me go softly, let me be free,
No grave with confines, that’s not for me,
Give me the feg, and the fern for my bed,
And the peaty fresh smell to sweeten my head.
Scatter me gently, where fast winds do blow,
Where skylarks sing softly, and bilberries grow,
Then leave me there, that is where I belong,
Under God’s heaven, – hearing his song.
Let me go softly, then do not grieve,
This is my wish, this is what I believe,
Let me lie there at peace in my rest,
There on ‘the common’, – the place I love best
Mick
(Copyright Michael Westwood 2014)
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