"Remember" poem - ASHLEY MINTZ ART

ASHLEY MINTZ ART

Remember
Sometimes I wonder when the Earth will decide it’s
my turn
to line up underneath it, next to other
bone-ridden boxes.
Or will I be ashes
freed from some loved ones hand,
writhing with the wind,
fighting to mix in with the
dirt and waters, a
final vow to be part of it all
even in death?
If I write my will, will that further prepare me?
Will the tangible things I leave behind mean more than the risks I was
willing to take?
And what would my sister choose to remember me by?
This piano I’ll leave her, or
the songs we used to sing?