Posting here as I did not mean to take advantage of Richy's word story.But thank those who replied to it.

My Last Dance

I could not bear to think I would be down under deep within the ground,

with only rows of name markers.It is too dark and sounds so finite.

I would dread to be seen only within a Granite slab   that bore my name.

I am free outside

I would choke and not be able to breath or see the world around me.

I need to gulp and take in the air and sounds of birds chirping and sense the smell of roses.

I live in the outside world.

Please keep me here.

cremate me and send

me up in holiday pyrotechnics

Where I would turn and twirl and light up the sky in my last dance of freedom .

If I then come down to earth and fertilize the ground

or land in water and feed the fish,

I would have done my last good deed

Jo Perry February 17 2014