Please don't cry!

Who will cry when I die?

I know not now -

And don't want to count

If all is well and I live to be eighty

A brood of grand-kids

May come to see me.

I'll teach them to paint

Rounds, triangles and squares

I'll take them to the garden

And showcase a bull-frog;

I'd hang a tyre-swing

On the mango tree

Watch them swing freely,

And fall in the sand pit!

I'd get them to read,

Books and much more. 

Let them get muddy,

For a hose-pipe bath.

I might grow wings

And see the Great Wall,

Land in DC

And tour the White House!

Swiss Alps is also listed,

For me to see someday,

I want to know how,

Sound of Music was made.

I'd write a few books

Edit, some more

I'd critique some others

Applaude a few more;

I'd show my daughters

To bake a perfect cake,

Cover it in chocolate

Add a Plum  to its face.

I'd dance with friends

Trek in back woods

Listen to the silence

When it speaks to my soul.

When the time comes 

For me to say good-bye

Off I go to heaven,

To the drum roll of my son.