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.
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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/
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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!
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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. 🙂
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Son and daughter – though I would hope that the two grandsons might keep a corner for me in their memories.
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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!!
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I am the daugher who was taught to blog by her mother! Sally
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Very clever, Viv, even if it is a far stretch from the likely truth of the matter. Great take.
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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.
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Tilly Bud, I would be honoured, except that I just know you would be cheeky. What the heck, cheeky is fun.
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I’m on it!
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I am sure you can do a better job than the daughter, me – who does not take after her mother with literary skills. Sally
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And yet she is amazingly proud of you anyway 😀
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Oh yes you do. And Tilly is right.
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That’s suitably humble, Viv. A marvellous simplicity!
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