From The Underside Of Our Great Loved Poem by Shirley Harrison

From the underside of our great love

darling, please remember this

there's no need to leave me flowers

or any other gifts

I'll sleep my death in peace, I will

I want to tell you fair

that my life, that's now been lived

I always lived with flair

need not swell those tears of grief

and wet the ground for I

it's me it's I, under this tree

and here, forever I do lye

fresh grass will grow in time my dear

for now, I share each season rich

when summer comes I'll feel her warmth

I'll enjoy every single bit

when autumn leaves do fall on me

green, orange, pink and red

they'll keep me warm and cozy

on my autumn covered bed

need not swell those tears of grief

go live your life, stand proud

and know, that I am always here

we're forever bound

and although, I know my time stands still

no bells, no bells are left to chime

and fates last breath has passed

you were here beside me, one last time

you held my hand with love, with will

rest assured my darling dear

I promise now to watch over you

as yours is with you still.