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