Post Humus
Patti Tana
Scatter my ashes in my garden
So I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories about me
making you laugh. I love to make you laugh.
When I’ve had time to settle, and green
gathers into buds, remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring. As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin and the seeds
stick to your cheek. When I’m dead
I want folks to smile and say That Patti,
She sure is some tomato!
Patti Tana
Scatter my ashes in my garden
So I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories about me
making you laugh. I love to make you laugh.
When I’ve had time to settle, and green
gathers into buds, remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring. As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin and the seeds
stick to your cheek. When I’m dead
I want folks to smile and say That Patti,
She sure is some tomato!
Post Humus II
By You (Fill in the blanks.)
Scatter my ashes
So I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories about me
making you . I love to make you .
When I’ve had time to settle, and
, remember I love
As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come
on an afternoon
let run down your and the
stick to your . When I’m dead
I want folks to and say That ,
sure is some !
By You (Fill in the blanks.)
Scatter my ashes
So I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories about me
making you . I love to make you .
When I’ve had time to settle, and
, remember I love
As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come
on an afternoon
let run down your and the
stick to your . When I’m dead
I want folks to and say That ,
sure is some !
Words
I’m trying to write you a poem
But the words don’t rhyme.
It makes me so sad.
Hope I finish it in time.
Like the sun doesn’t shine
And the birds won’t sing.
The rainbow’s hidden
And the bells don’t ring.
Where are the words
That will make us smile
Laugh, dance, and love;
To make it all worthwhile?
They’re in your heart
Share them with me.
Together we will say them
And release them to be free.