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 laughing times

and bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve

 to dry before too long,

And cherish those very special memories

to which I belong.