Will
you pick up the phone to call me?
Will
you wonder what I would say on this particular day?
Will
you understand why I related what I learned along my way?
When
you need advice will you remember what I taught you?
Will
you pass it on to your child, one who may never know me?
Will
you understand then why I so often repeated myself?
Our
time is shorter then we think, it is over in a flash.
The
day came when I realized that my time was not infinite.
That
one day, five, ten, twenty years or a few more,
Might
be all that is left to me, it was such a surprise.
What
happened to forever?
Did
I do enough? Did I love enough?
Did
I give enough? Will you remember me?
I
often think I missed so much, did I?
Did
I make my mark no matter how small?
Will
someone say about my life?
“I
wish you could have met her, she met so much to me.”
But
I won’t be here to know, to hear, and to see on your way.
Just
the traces of my existence in the people I love.
I will always and forever love you.
©
Saroya Poirier May 13, 2012
Mom,
grandmother, the one who thinks you are perfect no matter what.
