When I am gone, and all that remains is dust,
I give you my sincerest gratitude
for rainy lullaby nights and the crisp rays of dawn;
For dandelions, birthday candles, and falling stars
to whom I entrusted all my deepest wishes;
For airplane tickets and full tanks of gas
pushing me forever forward.
You showed this heart what it means to be alive
with every infatuation, intertwining intimacy, and shattering end.
For every tumble that scraped up my knees
you taught me how to stand,
and to never hang my head in shame at the fall.
For every fissured, cracked heart,
you showed the strength in the mend.
And I overflow with appreciation for that spark,
whether it was a dim glow or a raging wildfire,
that kept my fingertips reaching for dreams.
So, Life, please accept my offering of thanks
for the breathtaking beauty of this world
and the generosity of a heart with which to view it.