I’d like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles when day is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways;
Of happy times laughing times
And bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve
To dry before the sun.
Of happy memories I leave
Behind – when day is done.
By Helen Lowrie Marshall