Don’t cry and shatter glass when I pass on.

Before, I die I want to give you this monument.

Take it in and you shall never realise that I’m gone.

Frame these memories and look at them when your heart ponders for me.

Sing along to Whitney Houston when you feel my spirit next to you.

Pray when you feel am far

and rejoice when you hear my distant laughter.

At least you’ll know that deep inside you I am alive,

Free-spirited, shattering glass ceilings.

You won’t have to worry about me …neh

Take these poems and hold them by heart for they’ll guide you to my resting place.

I’ll always look at you and smile, I made a good friend in you.

Now tackle life, grab it by the horns and lead a happy life.

I’m dead, not coming back… get over it.