Will my children forget me.
Will my grandchildren forget me.
Will it be by chance.
If time will allow a little glance
of the past to be remember.
This is why I love to write.
For they can look back in time and
see the light.
For in those words I did exist.
And from my heart comes words of love
and comfort.
From my mind I write only words of comfort.
To a broken heart words of memory to warm
an aching soul.
As they read these words that come from
my heart with love.
To mend a broken heart to find their way
upward on a path of stairs.
To let them know I am in their thought and hope
to remain in their heart.
And to drop a word or two of cheer in their path.
I have gone to be with Jesus in the sky blue.
And may they never forget me.
As I write these words of love and beauty.