Afterglow
I’d like the memory of me
To be a happy one,
I’d like to leave
An afterglow of
Smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly
Down the ways
Of happy times
And laughter times
And bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears
Of those who grieve,
To dry before the sun;
Of happy memories
That I leave
When life on Earth is done.
...Family in the care of Erin Arteaga, Funeral Director