He scrawled “keep it simple”
In his own funeral plans

Unknowingly
Or maybe he knew

What he was doing
Leaving us with these words

A gift.

Like a mantra,
We cling to it

My family.

Like a mantra,
I cling to it.

Me.

Sometimes I feel like
I’ll drift away
Up, up
Like a child’s escaped balloon

What’s holding me here?
The overwhelm is too great
BE something
DO something

“Keep it simple”
Grounds me

A firm foundation
In three itty words:
Keep. It. Simple.

Keep…
(Hanging on)
It…
(Will be okay)
Simple…
(Why overcomplicate it?)

Life can be simple, yet beautiful.

And he inspired me to find its ordinary beauty.