Below is the poem entitled To My Loved Ones which was written by poet
Meade Stephenson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Mary Meade Stephenson
Dear loved ones,
Well if you are reading this letter my time has come,
Celebrate my life for a new journey I have begun.
Remember me and all I tried to do that was good,
Know that I tried to live right whenever I could.
Don't ever make me out to be more than I was or on a pedestal,
Because I know I was not perfect, far from it, I would fall.
So much I should have said, many things I should say to each of you here,
Never live without showing compassion and shedding a few tears.
Always try to be the best people that you possibly can,
Never forget that we are all just people too, purely human.
Try to treat all with kindness and like you want to be treated,
In doing so you will never ever feel regret or cheated.
Always and forever keep God so very close to your heart,
For with Him you will always have a fresh new start.
Be true to yourself and love with all that's in your soul,
By doing so your life will always feel totally whole.
Live each day as if it were going to be your last,
Forgive and forget all things that are in your past.
Wake each day with a happy attitude and a smile,
Sometimes in life you'll have to go that one extra mile.
When life gets you down do not ever give up, life can be rough
Fight the good fight...have faith, hope, and always stay 'tough'.
I may be gone in body but, I will never be very far,
Just look to the night sky and find our special star.
I love you more than words could ever tell or say,
Remember that my dear ones ... each and every day.
This is not an ending of my life --it's a new quest I do seek,
Know that my body, soul, mind, and heart are finally at peace.
Goodbye for now my darling, dear daughters and sons, family, and friends,
My death is a new beginning for me.... a glorious journey and not an end.
Mom- Mary- "Mimi"
*this was written as a challenge from a poet friend*