Poem: If I Were to Die Young

If I were to die young,

I’d be grateful for the whole of my life:

The pains, the scars, the blessings in disguise;

The ups, the downs and the shades all around.

I’d be grateful for the smiles, the hugs and the laughs,

The rainbows, the sun and magical dragonflies.

If I were to die young,

I’d look at the sky, I’d admire the hues of

Blue, pink, and yellow one more time;

I’d dance, skip and twirl around,

Worry about nothing and marvel at this life.

If I were to die young,

I wouldn’t ask the universe ‘why?’,

I’d trust in the perfect timing of this stunning, unique and blessed life;

I’d say my goodbyes if allowed to do that

And hug you all tight, tighter than tight.

If I were to die young,

I’d be proud and grateful that I’ve tried,

Tried to learn, to grow, to love;

Tried to help to make this world

A warmer shade of bright.

If I were to die young

I’d melt into the sky,

I’d play with the stars and fly

With the sparkly, blinding lights;

I’d want to meet the ones

Who left before my time,

I’d seek, I’d call and then

Would hug them hard.

I’d look down below and

dry your eyes,

softly reassuring you that it is alright and 

whispering ‘I love you’ into your heart,

I would finally blow you a kiss goodbye.