I would like the memory of me
To be a happy one
I would like to leave an afterglow
Of smiles, when life was done.
I would like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down your ears
Of happy times, and bright and sunny years.
I would like the tears of those who grieve
To dry before the sun of happy memories
That I leave when my life is done.
Aneesha Myles
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-71/
