Kim Merryman Poet Couplet

Where Will They Go

When I take my final breath,
And close my eyes, embraced by death
I'll have but one uncertainty:
What will become of my poetry?

All the words I've set to rhyme,
Will they last 'till the end of time?
Or will they swiftly fade away,
Forgotten in the everyday?

My poems yield no treasured wealth,
They prosper no one but myself,
And to encourage those whose soul is weak,
To lift them from their troubles bleak.

My husband does not read them now,
To keep them he has made no vow,
If I had a daughter maybe she,
Would keep them as a memory.

My sons would not be so inclined,
Though they wouldn't want to be unkind.
Perhaps they'd put them in a book,
So future generations could take a look.

Will they end up in the trash?
Or on the burn pile turned to ash?
Or hidden where no one will find?
Out of sight and out of mind?

I'd hate to think it was for nought,
That I agonized and fought,
To find the perfect word or rhyme -
To have wasted so much time ...

When I take my final breath,
And close my eyes embraced by death,
Perhaps my poems will rise with me,
To be enjoyed for all eternity.

3/29/21

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Lisle Ryder April 10, 2021 at 11:54 AM Yes. I can identify with this. But nothing is lost. No one is lost. John 6.39. Kim Merryman April 17, 2021 at 3:45 PM Thank you, Lisle!

Malabika Ray Choudhury April 6, 2021 at 4:23 PM This is a profound question, perhaps we all ask. Dear Kim, we write for ourselves - it gives us infinite happiness. Doesn't matter if our children or family-members will read our poems when we are gone, but there will be people who will, who share the same emotions or sentiments. It was lovely to read your thoughtful poem - thanks for sharing. BW ~ Mala Kim Merryman April 7, 2021 at 1:08 PM Thank you, Mala!

Judy Ball April 6, 2021 at 3:54 PM As for me I have put all my poems in books and given them to my daughters. Whatever they do with them is their choice. It has given me pleasure to write them. This is a lovely write my friend. God Bless, JB Kim Merryman April 7, 2021 at 1:08 PM What a nice idea! Thank you, Judy!

Robert Pettit March 30, 2021 at 7:12 PM Nice write again. Unfortunately for me, I have no surviving family members. After reading this fine work, it make me now wonder if there will ever be anyone to read any of my entries here. Kim Merryman April 7, 2021 at 1:07 PM Thank you for stopping by, Robert!

Gershon Wolf March 30, 2021 at 2:34 PM Lovely thought there, Kim... and perhaps your angel wings with come equipped with feathery quills for to continue your poetic ascent in Heaven --- not that you're going there anytime soon! Poetry in Motion, gw Kim Merryman April 7, 2021 at 1:06 PM Thank you, Gershon!

Rico Leffanta March 30, 2021 at 11:45 AM It really does not matter if anyone ever reads them; it is the composition that makes a difference to this world! Aloha! Rico Kim Merryman April 7, 2021 at 1:06 PM Thank you, Rico!

Victor Buhagiar March 30, 2021 at 5:35 AM My daughter reads the few poems I post on Facebook, but when I die all will be just air. Kim Merryman March 30, 2021 at 10:08 AM I'm glad your daughter reads your poetry, Victor! Thank you for your comment.

Caren Krutsinger March 30, 2021 at 3:16 AM Kim, I like to think "they will last until the end of time". My husband reads all of my stuff, but my children and my grandchildren have never read any of my poems. I write them for ME; they enthuse me, intrigue me, and keep me happy! Kim Merryman March 30, 2021 at 10:06 AM Yes, Caren, I write them for myself also.I was just looking at the piles of paper with poems scribbled on them and thinking about all the one's on PS and started thinking what would happen to them all when I'm gone.

L Milton Hankins March 29, 2021 at 7:01 PM Kim, dear--please read my "Contents of Momma's Red-Ribboned Box" and "The Red-Ribboned Box Revisited." These poems tell what happened to my mother's poems, even years after she was gone. They are poems you can relate to, I think. Kim Merryman March 30, 2021 at 10:04 AM Thank you for stopping by, Milton! I'm heading over to read your poems right away!