Upon Reflecting

When I die, I want to become fall air
And swish the leaves.
When I go, I want to be everywhere
That I have grieved


When I go back, I want to  tell
About that life
Where children’s spirits dwell
In leaves and kites.

Upon arriving

I will say when you go back
With assignment
Shore up your own spirit
With the contentment

Of children laughing.

We go to leave the world a better place
At least for one.
There isn’t a moment to waste.
Make time for fun.

Upon arriving ...

The greatest gift, upon arrival
Is memory lost.
We begin again without past rivals,
Free of cost

Free, and freeing.

And when I go back to the universe
So vast, so everywhere
Saying, I with this little verse
I will be with all my friends

I grieve leaving.

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Sharon Spurlin majored in sociology, education, and had 28 hours in French, then taught high school for four years in Independence, MIssouri. Later, she taught global issues, focusing on women and children for the workshops created by the National Council of Churches and United Methodist Women. Sharon shares a synergistic relationship with her friends and family through her love of books. She continues to write as a platform of self-discovery and to explore her love of humanity and for a deeper understanding of human nature.

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