When I die I ‘d like to be remembered...for my compassion...by humor...my grace.
I'd like people to remember the love in my heart...and the smile that lit up my face.
I'd like them to have fond memories...of how I was willing to give...
Which makes me wonder...
If that's how I'd like to be remembered...perhaps that's how I should live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem