Preparations are being made to spend time with family
next week .......
lots of lists, packing, and prayers for safety
the time we set aside for vacation
the coming together for a Day of Thanksgiving.
it seems these times
are when those who
have lived their lives,
have been ushered home
are missed the most.
~death runs in my family~
we all face the harshness & the reality
sooner or later
memories are recalled daily
as I walk past this table,
in the room where I give rest to my body
the majority of these framed faces
will not share the table with us
but their ~legacy~ lives on
memories of words, gestures, sayings
recollections shine bright
the prayers I remember hearing
the smells of chicken & dressing
the peering out the kitchen windows
as family members started arriving,
all these are mine to remember
Thankful for those who have left a legacy in my life.
~I long & pray for my children to have their own~
may the good ones out-weigh
those of anger, frustration and busyness
how mama loved to set the table
the smells of my cooking
the prayers daddy offered as hands were held
I pray the bad ones, the hurting ones
will wither be blown away & decay
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to You enough.