The Question

When my time has come to pass, There is a question I must ask, Will you remember me at all, In the days after I'm gone? My scent may linger in the air, Maybe a certain style of hair. My nose or eyes, perhaps my chin, Did I say something to make you grin? Will you miss my touch or my hugs, When you think of me will you feel love? Will you tell your children how excited I was, The first time I held them close in my arms? Tell them about the beauty I've seen, When their eyes twinkled at me. Some times were hard and not so nice, I'll bet you wished for another life. Did I touch your heart, soul or mind, Is there a mark I've left behind? Again I ask so earnestly, Will you, my child, remember me?