Poem for Posterity

reflections of a legacy

what will I leave behind

will the me in them live 

on in posterity as a field of 

summer flowers tender 

and so kind

or would winter's cold breath

besiege their spirits in decay

and cater to the whims of death

giving in to its defeat each day

in mourning; forgetting what is left

what then of spring' s fair face to shine

and autumn's leaves aglow

will posterity dwell upon 

what was of me is theirs 

with love divine

as nature changes within each show 

'tis my fondest wish

they choose with wise

eyes to behold so true

an eternal summer sun

and sum the treasures

they behold wherefore

hence they'll be strong

and bold

amid themselves as one.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful sentiment dear Fran expressed in your lovely lines. Yes, something to ponder on. What will our legacy be? I certainly hope my dear ones appreciate nature as much as I do. If that is carried further down the line I will be more than happy.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Chris so much..we can only hope
they go forward in knowing they must
now carry the baton onward..i appreciate
your words;

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

it is our greatest hope to leave behind a legacy that our children could aspire too. The better parts of ourselves that will live far beyond our last breath. This wonderous poem speaks of that hope. Thank you Fran for this lovely poem of yours.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Carlos. I do hope my children
will aspire and carry forth in the right direction ..i appreciate your kind review