I may not know where I am going but I do know I want to make you proud.
It was more than just a slogan; a life motto: Intelligent, Beautiful, Modest.
I don’t do it for you, I do it because of you and what you wanted me to be.
The risks, the reward, the pain, the joy.
In the end your absence has grown, grown to appreciation for what was, what can be.
It does not mean I wouldn’t do anything for one more conversation; a room full of familiar scents; Pall Malls, Black Coffee.
You are with me, a part of me; if I want to hear you I can in my actions, in my thoughts and in his music.
12 thoughts on “Legacy”
“You are a part of me”. Perfect- thank you. Love coffee and having a smoke right after. The picture, the words- great job.
wow that is beautiful… is this something you just wrote or was it for something special… Big thank you for sharing…
It is about my Grandmother, the woman on the far right, thanks for your kind words.
It felt like it was for someone special. … you’re a beautiful grand-daughter!
What a beautiful poem. How wonderful to remember your grandmother in words.
“anything for one more conversation” brought tears to my eyes. Exquisite.
Thank you; I managed to make myself shed a few tears writing it which was not the plan. 🙂
This is a beautiful and moving tribute to your grandmother. There are those who light candles in our lives and even when they are gone, those candles continue burning because of the effect that person made.
This is certainly worth a second look . 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Very nice post. Personal, but universal. It’s about my grandmother too. Thanks.