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.
Helen Lowrie Marshall