I'd like the memory of me to be 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 ears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun
of happy memories that I leave when day is done.
Helen Lowrie Marshall
Yamas, cousin P.