When I am gone, do not cry.

Remember me by the swaying of

The trees outside,

The chirping of the birds at the

Crack of dawn,

And that special song of mine

When it plays on the radio.

When I am gone, do not cry.

Remember me by the gentle zephrys of August,

The blooming of daffodils in Spring,

And the innocent laughter of children

Frolicking in the water in Summer.

When I am gone, do not cry.

Remember me by the whiff of the sweet

Gourmand scent,

The smell of pepper and nutmeg in

The cooking stew,

And the splash of the lavender air freshener

In the living room.

When I am gone, do not cry.

Remember me by the beauty of your hazel eyes,

The nubian shape of your nose,

And the soft and gentle smile that

Lights up my world.

When I am gone, do not cry.

Just look in the mirror.

And you will see me

Because you are a chip off the old block,

My lookalike son.