Twelve squares
Thread-bare
Quilt-made
To be wrapped
Around me
On my final
Cold day but
Sewn to
Keep me warm
At birth
Happier then
Sadder now
Hope I pass
On a
On a
Cinnamon day
Surrounded by
Some friends
I made
And when
Failed, fallen trees
Drop all of their leaves
Hope you'll clear
Off my grave
And remember
My name
On holier ground
Think of my sounds
I filled them
With songs
So that you'll
Remember my name
On a
Cinnamon day
On a
Cinnamon day
On a
Cinnamon day
On holier ground
Think of my sounds
I filled them
With songs
So you'd all
Sing along
And never forget
My name
On a
Cinnamon day