**This poem was originally written on December 11th, 2012.**
If At All The Night Should Take Me
If at all the night should take me,
bury me between these trees three.
The weeping willow,
the great Sitka spruce,
and a maple,
for we cry,
and remain strong when we are able.
Move on from here,
for I cannot,
and be sure you don’t forget.
In our years together we’ve experienced a lot,
and you have much more ahead of you yet.
So please don’t grieve as you recall my passing.
Always remember my love for you is everlasting.