When I am gone what do I expect?
Do I want people to miss me? You bet.
But not for long.
I want them to think fondly
Of whatever good I might have done
To recall interesting experiences we shared,
But then I want them to move on,
Forging their lives as the independent people
I hope they are.
My legacy is formed by my writing,
My singing, my service to church,
My work as a teacher
Being mother, wife, friend.
That’s enough for one person,
Don’t you think?
I pray that I won’t leave behind
Too many memories of mistakes I made,
Too many thoughts of things I said
That hurt feelings
The times I wasn’t empathetic enough
The times when I was so self-focused
That I failed to see the worry in those around me.
That’s not the legacy I hope to leave behind.
I don’t hope for fame after I am gone,
Which is good as there will be none.
I am an ordinary person who lived an ordinary life.
That’s my legacy and that’s enough for me.