CARESS
Bluelighter
I often wonder that they will say,
When I am lost to this world and gone away.
How will my friends remember me?
Will my life be all it was meant to be?
The shoes I've tried so hard to fill.
The times I should have run and yet stood still.
Will my life's goals be realized?
How do I look through other's eyes?
I only display parts of the whole of me.
For fear of disclosing too much for all to see.
Am I the parent I dreamed for myself as a child?
Are there times I should have been meek and mild?
The adjectives of me aren't pinpointed with ease,
Like a fleeting thought of a feather on the breeze.
Mother, teacher, daughter, friend,
Poet, lover, sister, where does the list end?
What will they say about me when I'm gone?
What legacies will I leave that will live on?
Who's lives will I touch, what hands will I hold?
Will I live to see the day I grow old?
I am a small ripple in a big pond,
Of beings in the here and now and beyond.
Or am I the waves that rake the sand?
Each day I'm still discovering just who I am.
So what will be said after I go?
Will I be missed by the ones I've loved so?
Or in thinking of passing, am I missing the clue,
That we determine the why and the how and the who...
By the actions we take every day.
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With All My Heart,
Caress
When I am lost to this world and gone away.
How will my friends remember me?
Will my life be all it was meant to be?
The shoes I've tried so hard to fill.
The times I should have run and yet stood still.
Will my life's goals be realized?
How do I look through other's eyes?
I only display parts of the whole of me.
For fear of disclosing too much for all to see.
Am I the parent I dreamed for myself as a child?
Are there times I should have been meek and mild?
The adjectives of me aren't pinpointed with ease,
Like a fleeting thought of a feather on the breeze.
Mother, teacher, daughter, friend,
Poet, lover, sister, where does the list end?
What will they say about me when I'm gone?
What legacies will I leave that will live on?
Who's lives will I touch, what hands will I hold?
Will I live to see the day I grow old?
I am a small ripple in a big pond,
Of beings in the here and now and beyond.
Or am I the waves that rake the sand?
Each day I'm still discovering just who I am.
So what will be said after I go?
Will I be missed by the ones I've loved so?
Or in thinking of passing, am I missing the clue,
That we determine the why and the how and the who...
By the actions we take every day.
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With All My Heart,
Caress