Remember Me

My own self portrait

Remember me as I was then

not like you see me now

The laughing carefree way I stood

too towered and taught to bow

 

The happy young man you once knew

who's eye's were clear and bright

Played together each day in the sun

danced alone in the soft moonlight

 

Rather you see what I was then

than what I have become today

A warm heart who loved you so

with the strength of fire to play

 

When April swells the marshes

the red winged birds will know

To pipe these two words lightly

to all the winds that blow

 

The trembling stars of the night

once bold bright shining too

Turn their heads from me now

as I do now from you

 

Author's Note

Wondering how I wish to be remembered

Reviews

[Epipsychologist]

This is beautiful.
Also I like that many of your poems are compact enough I can read them, get something out of them, and not feel bad for interrupting my homework.

Also, I'm going to drop this related Byron poem.
"They say that hope is happiness,
But genuine love must prize the past,
And mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless,
They rose the first, they set the last,

And all that memory loves the most,
Was once our only hope to be,
And all that Love adored and Lost,
Hath faded into memory.

Alas! It is delusion all!
The Future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are..."

Except I added the dot-dot-dots, because I feel like that's how he would've let the moment land.

[Tate Morgan]

Did I ever thank you for this? If not I do now.

[ice]

Going through your back pages, Tate...found some really good stuff.
Stopped on this one for a bit longer, because of the title--April, and rewing go together very nicely right now..When I hear the "tree till dee" down in the meadow, I will think of this poem.

"When April swells the marshes
the red winged birds will know
To pipe these two words lightly
to all the winds that blow"
very nice
enjoyed

[Aria]

it's lovely tate. the flow was perfect and the imagery and longing to be remembered as something bright rather than stained with the years of life fit perfectly.

[xjust-for-me.x]

Excellent

[M.Babu]

The happy young man you once knew
who's eye's were clear and bright
Played together each day in the sun
danced alone in the soft moonlight
lovely stanza. Everyone wonders how they'll be remembered. By living a good life and making the best decisions i believe we can all be remembered in a positive light. I feel refreshed after reading this...you've reminded me what i should strive to leave behind when i'm no more.
thanks for this Tate. Wonderful

[George Love]

I've lost many friends to cancer, and all of them wanted only family at their bedside when they died, all except for one small child who adopted the medics who cared for her as family. All want to be remembered in their strength, not as a frail thing wasting painfully away.

Great thgouths here.

[Tony]

We move on but our actions in life define how we will be remembered.
Words to be listened to.

[An owl on the moon]

This is a deeply bittersweet write, filled with a beauty of being and living... We move on in the tide of time... yet somehow what we were remains. This swept over me like the waves of the sea...

[Dorothy Wells]

Everything you write I enjoy. Poignant.

[Alicia Schroeder]

Beautifully done

[Magdelena]

You will be remember with love, for the words you bring forth make us see the purist light, like a beacon for some of us that are lost.. I see that light Tate, each time I look upon your work.

This was beautiful!

Mags xx