Gosh this was difficult! We Write Poems wanted us to write our own epitaph. I would like to have written of a stand-out life, glittering career, dynastic legacy, but mine has been so darned ordinary.
Epitaph
I arrived
survived a while
then died.
I tried -
sometimes it worked
and sometimes not.
I made mistakes
and many friends
and lots of things,
some good
some mediocre;
contributed
to the human race
two more who may
remember me.
You are so humble, Viv. As for “two who may remember me,” I think this blog stands as a testament to that fact that you will be remembered by people all over the world as a sassy, creative survivor – not just of WWII, but of attempts by the world at large to grind down the spirit of those such as poets! Bless you. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/18/life-without-limits-sun-scribs-3ww/
We always do wonder who will remember us. I try and make it a point to remember those I’ve loved – especially the grandparents
Thanks for your visit – How can you be forgotten? All your fun words and lovely quilts? And I’m sure that’s only a small part of who you are!
I love the humorous feeling underlying your beginning, Viv and I agree with Irene it is suitably humble. Are the two that remember you your “two” boys? Or I might be mistaken on that assumption. I really enjoy the energy of your epitaph.
Son and daughter – though I would hope that the two grandsons might keep a corner for me in their memories.
That’s probably where I was getting the two boys from!! There are SO many that have a permanent slot for you in their thoughts, Viv!!! Warm smiles to you!!
I am the daugher who was taught to blog by her mother! Sally
Very clever, Viv, even if it is a far stretch from the likely truth of the matter. Great take.
More than two, I promise, Viv. This is sweet and humble but doesn’t tell the story of what a lovely person you are, kind and generous and full of laughter.
I’ll write your epitaph; you messed it up
But it’s a good poem.
Tilly Bud, I would be honoured, except that I just know you would be cheeky. What the heck, cheeky is fun.
I’m on it!
I am sure you can do a better job than the daughter, me – who does not take after her mother with literary skills. Sally
And yet she is amazingly proud of you anyway
Oh yes you do. And Tilly is right.
That’s suitably humble, Viv. A marvellous simplicity!