When the time comes take my ashes,

scatter them upon a hill,

where the tall trees greet the morning

and the setting sun as well.

Where their warm and heavy branches

fill the air with heavenly scent.

There to lie at peace with all things.

There to find eternal rest.

In Summers scented comfort,

beneath a canopy of trees.

Where Fall rains will gently hide me

with a covering of leaves.

Then Winters tiny snowflakes

protect me from freezing winds.

I’ll be waiting for the Spring Time

to come forth and bloom again.

 

David Garlick, Victoria, September 1993

For “Nana”