If I Die Young

I want to be surrounded by lilies.

Pink, white, orange, yellow. I want the room to be smothered with the beauty of lilies everywhere people turn.

There can be pictures.
People can tell stories about the funny stuff I did.

Like when I picked the onions out of the garden months before they were ready.
Or when I hit the curb at Costco and busted a tire.
But I still want lilies around.

And maybe some songs that I love would be nice too.
No sad stuff though, because a room full of lilies should make people smile.

The End.