This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
CW: death
When my life clock stops ticking,
And mother nature calls my flesh home,
She will welcome me in her muddy arms
To rejoice the return of the body she created.
She will not feel remorse or sadness,
Her breath will not quicken nor
Her eyes will cloud over, but yet
She will envelop me in her loving embrace.
I wish to be as close to Mother as possible,
No wooden walls to keep my remains from
The natural order of her undying love.
She accepts me without hesitation.