David Ora Boutwell

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 laughing times

And bright sunny days.

I'd like the tears of those who grieve,

To dry before the sun

Of happy memories that I leave

When life is done.

--Helen Lowrie Marshall