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If I Am About To Go

If I am about to go,
Play me my favourite song,
Cook me my mother’s food,
Remind me of the smell of earth when it rains,
Bring me the book that made me cry,
Show me the sunbird that once sat at my window,
Make me giggle endlessly with my sister,
Make that toddler hold my little finger and walk again,
Show me the tree that had once been a seed in my hand,
Show me the eyes of my puppy,
Look into my eyes and smile your loving smile,
Tell me a bad joke and laugh,
Tell me a good story and cry,
Or just hold me.
And I may come back.

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