Sons Poem by Della Perry

When you are old, my sons, and reminiscing on youthful whims,
I will definitely be long gone
With the late family gone before me, forefathers, fore-mothers,
Realize then,
I tried my hardest all my life, I wasn't perfect,
I loved, lived, cried, grieved and laughed
I embraced those I loved often
Even though I was never one to show affection
I even hugged the ones I didn't love
Because if it made them feel good and gave them peace
I felt better for it.
Some things I wanted so much
I couldn't have, like everyone else in life.
I prayed for the good
I prayed for the bad.
Life is an accomplishment as long as you try your best
In everything you do.
To love, to learn, to live, to smile
Remember;
I loved you when I was living
And I love you both now in death.