Can I write my own eulogy?
About how kind I tried to be,
Failing and flailing
Always re-arranging.
I want to say how I cried
And of often I dried off
Around trees and streams
In old sunlight beams.
I was often too sorry.
I was often over worried.
Too sore to smile well,
Hiding teeth behind ample
Fake laughs. But I loved
To laugh. To hear it shoved
Around a room. To feel alive
In the bounce of giddy drive.
Can I tell you I miss you?
That I loved all of the bruises?
It was worth all the dirt
Life was worth all the hurt.
Dayna Lang 