I’ve been wondering lately if my self image is at all aligned with how others – in particular my loved ones – see me. Wrote a poem about it I’d like to share with you. Here it is….
Death has been on my mind of late
My age, mood and circumstances
All seem to point in one direction
Causing me to wonder about my fate
And what happens after
It’s not the hereafter that concerns me
That’s just too big a puzzle;
Completely out of my control
I think instead about those left behind
How they will feel
What they will say
The legacy I will leave
When attending a funeral
I listen carefully to what is said
About the deceased
The impact he had
The feelings she evoked
I’m often amazed by the sentiments expressed
And the emotions that are shown
Inevitably I wonder,
How will I shape up?
Will my loved ones
Speak so glowingly
And feel such loss?
Will I leave them with memories
That offer comfort and peace?
I once cared how the world perceived me
Was I successful, respected and notable?
But the world won’t speak at my funeral
That will fall to the ones I know and love best
So that has become my measure:
What will my loved ones say,
How have I impacted them?
For my sake and theirs
I pray I leave
A legacy of love and hope
Because that’s how I want it to be
And it’s all that really matters