Someday, I hope violets grow where I am buried
and a tall, shading Elder tree to tend
the tender Spring Beauties in April--
not for my sake--no, I won't be there
and not for my beloved ones
who will know that's not where to find me.
The violets, the shade, the Spring Beauties are for you--
you, who might wander by, taking in
the silence of stones and the peace of violets
under the Elder tree amongst the elders
who are not there--who have gone on.
