As I Lay Dying Poem by Ima Ryma

As I lay dying I did tell
My children that I wanted to
Go back to my hometown to dwell,
Resting in peace there where I grew
Up, and wanted my kids to go
Along with me so they could note
The ties to past that I did know
Of that place faraway remote.
My children promised that they would
Fulfill for me this last request.
This assurance made me feel good,
As I slipped into final rest.

My children, too busy I guess,
Sent me back home by U.P.S.