Poem - When I Become a Memory

I wrote this poem after visiting my oldest brother, Hoyt Williams, who was dying with cancer. Doug and I were seated in Po Folks Restaurant in Enterprise, AL when the thoughts came to me.

When I Become a Memory

When I become a memory,

Think of me with a smile.

Tears may fill your eyes,

But only let it be for a little while.

Remember all the good things we did.

Remember when I was at my best.

Remember only the good times,

And let go of all the rest.

Remember when I was healthy

And so full of life.

Remember me young and happy,

With a life free of strife.

When I become a memory

And am no longer here with you,

Smile and be happy, and remember,

My love for you is true.

- Glenda Williams

3-05-2015