Nothing Special

Written on December 8, 2024

I’m nothing special.
When I die,
monuments won’t be erected
parades won’t be held
there won’t be a national day of remembrance.

I’m nothing special.
When I go,
millions won’t weep in the street
flags won’t be hung at half mast
there won’t be a global moment of silence.

When I die.

But if I do things right
by me
live the fullest me
there is,
maybe
when I go
someone will smile
and say without hesitation
“wow, there really was
no one
like
her.”

What a joy
what an utter delight
to be like no one else
and also
nothing special.