Life has an expiration date.
We should live life fully
to die remembered.
Remember me as the laughter
that broke the silence of sorrow,
a day never so dark I could not find light.
Gather my poetry to hear my voice.
Let it speak the words of a heart
that transformed the alphabet into verse.
I know not the day I will leave,
to dwell on my demise too gothic.
I shall live as only I know how
to plant the seeds of memories.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Poetry prompt: If I should die,
think only this of me..