If I knew when I was going to die,
I would eat donuts every day.

I would fill my house with flowers
and windchimes.
Then I’d open all the windows
so the winter winds
could create
my favorite music.

I’d hurt my eyes looking at the sun.

I’d hold my children’s hands
and tell them that


were the brightest light in my life.
I’d kiss my husband
tender, long, and sweet.

I’d tell them all
not to cry.

Then I’d close my eyes
and let their faces
be the breeze
that carries me
to Heaven,
knowing that only among the angels
would anything be better

than what I had on earth.

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