If this were my last day, the day before
They shut my eyes, turn me to ash, spread me out
Like powdered sugar across the world’s pancake–
I would want to talk to Jesus,
Tell Him, “Hey, thanks, I’m ready,”
Eat crepes and see Rodin’s The Kiss,
And bask in the sun of miraculous Paris–
Toes in the Tuileries, toes on the Tower,
Laugh until my sides hurt,
And remember my babies’ faces.
Today is first and last a blessing
To be in Paris with my Molly,
To be in love with life, the Kiss
Ever fixed upon my face,
To see the sun and the Seine,
To celebrate the sacrament of joy.
