We Become a Memory as We Move On …

A poem written by me I saw on a Facebook Memory this morning:



It’s a sad day when we live to the moment when we realize … we must die. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.



We Become a Memory as We Move On …
Posted on October 13, 2015

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter



On the porch sat an old woman

A smile played on her face

Her eyes were looking inward

At memories from days gone by

She was a faded rose

Once she was a rose of all roses

Looking at her now … one could see

She had been beautiful in her time

Her soft smile used to win many a heart

Today, her smile was kind, soft

Her slender body graceful, fragile

She walked slower now

A tear fell on her cheek

Another one followed

Then … one more

She met up with a memory

That made her sad

Soon … she was smiling again

She rose from the swing she sat in

It was time to go inside

Tomorrow she would come back out

To sit in her swing

Play with her memories once again

As she did each day

She knew she’d be going home soon

How she knew she did not know

She knew she was ready to go

There was no longer a need for her now

In with the new … out with the old

To make room for the young, the old must go

That night she fell asleep with a smile on her face

She went from life to death peacefully

To the other world where she was welcomed

All her loved ones greeted her with open arms

She held her arms out to embrace them

These were the memories in her mind

She sat in the swing smiling about

Now … she had become a memory

In with the young … out with the old

People go to make room

For others to follow in their place

We become memories as they make their own

We die so that they can live

Generation after generation

We become a memory as we move on

Note by this Author:

Poem/photo written, owned by me. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter.

Reality is … one day we have to die. We have no choice … one day we … become a memory.

2 thoughts on “We Become a Memory as We Move On …

  1. Everything that lives, must die one day – thats the ultimate truth of the nature. Becuase without the end there can not be a new begining. Ending/ Death need not be a sad, fearful experience, if we accept it as a truth, just as much an important event as the birth of a newborn baby…

    It is so easy to say these words to others but so heart wrenching when we witness the end/ending of the journey of a loved one…

    Try to remember the good memories, God bless you

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