Precious is the Memory

How will he remember me? When he is a man what will he remember most about his mother?

The memories I keep close to my heart are simple ones: holding hands and walks in our neighborhood; swings and lawn sprinklers; gazing in awe at rainbows and sunsets; rolling in the autumn leaves and smiles; the way he says, "I love you, Mommy"; and how I felt when he said, "You are my best friend in the whole world."

Remember Me
by Matt Penfold

How will he remember me
Will I shine in the eye of his mind
Will the cut of my hair
Or the clothes that I wear
Be the memories left behind?

Or will there be more to me than that
Will he notice and care what I do
Will he stand proud
If I’m stoned by the crowd
‘Cause I say what I know to be true?

To think for their child Is the art of the fool
To surmise is indulgence at best
But I’d say from the start
That deep down in his heart
There’s a place for his mother to rest.