AFTERGLOW

I'd like the memories of me to be
a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles
when day is gone.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly
down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times,
and bright sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to
dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
when life is done.

by

Stephen Earl Cunningham

February 02, 1944 - March 26, 2007