Robert Dean Garcia

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 and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve,

to dry before the sun,

with all of the happy memories

that I leave when my life is done.