If I should die, think only this of me,
If I was still around
I'd be telling you this over a nice cup of tea.
I was the surprise party... the helium inside a balloon,
I was the obsidian sky
holding up the bright moon.
I was like the screams
from an amusement park,
Like an ultrasound
guiding a surgical needle through the dark.
I was the birthday cake
... the one from your favorite birthday,
I was that summer's day
that you had in the middle of May.
I was the wild oak,
changing and growing,
But you were the roots,
strong and grounded like a powerful river flowing.
I was the spinal cord, heart and brain.
But it meant nothing without
having the capillaries, arteries and veins.
Remember me for being
honest and real,
A fresh baguette and
Warm tomato soup as a meal.
I was Neptune and you
were its rings.
In my peregrination through life, I hope
I turned your winters into spring...
© Pryaska Goorhoo
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Matriculant 2017
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