I hope that when I'm being called,
He is short and quick and easy.
And I hope that that I'll remember days of youth-
long summers with bare feet,
asphalt and water.
And I hope in those final moments I'll smell
Mom's chicken chop suey down the block like we always did.
In those final moments,
my Light will be immense
and all I'll see are changing leaves
and the grins of Fathers.
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