Where blue skies meet blue oce
If I dropped dead, if it was my time
To leave this earth and all behind
To venture on to a land of new
Would I be ready? I don't have a clue!
My world possessions don't amount to a lot
But I'm awfully proud of the things I've got
When I'm gone will they get packed away
For my daughter to remember me by some day?
What will she think when she stumbles across
All those old books that I couldn't toss?
Will she understand the joy of word
Reading of new places and things unheard?
Will she think her Mother had lost her mind
For writing all the poems that she'll find
Written on paper, box tops and more
Stored away in places she's never looked before?
Her mom isn't a neat freak, just of the simple belief
That things left scattered don't cause any grief
Unless you don't understand the system at hand
You have to love poetry to completely understand!
After I left this world behind, "maybe to get my wings"?
My daughter will find part of me amongst my earthly things
I leave behind all that I ever thought, felt and cried
Maybe it wasn't the best, but Lord knows I certainly tried!
[This message has been edited by Deb Lynne (edited 01-22-2000).]