Friday, December 11, 2009

Afterglow

I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow
of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun
of happy memories
that I leave when life is done.

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Grayce McGuigan Schiller
died December 10, 2009

Graycie, your afterglow is blinding. 

Lux Aeterna

Beowulf, translated by Maria Dahvana Headley

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