My Prayer

I wish I didn't see things.  Pictures in my mind of what a place once was, used to be.  You were once here, you walked these streets.  Back and forth, to and fro.  Wasn't it natural that you tried to find more in life, and now I'm trying to find you.  

You never questioned me.  How do I know because I only think of my own children, and the children they will have.  Until now, and who will I be, I pray they will remember my name.  Never before had I thought of the next and next generation; but in my genealogy search I know that 1956 will be listed somewhere in their ledgers and there will be my name. But I hope it will be more than my name. 

I hope they will be told I loved blazers and loafers.  That I exhibited my art in galleries, although they never sold (so far). That I never met a stranger and I loved walking around the grocery store.  To be honest I love walking.  That the smallest of things brought me laughter, such as a funny commercial.  I never chuckle, I laugh.  That I always smiled. That I never would have closed my gap.  I love black clothing, never because a size issue, I just look good in it.  That I believed that an unexpected breeze was from someone I loved who had died, kissing my cheek, letting me know that everything would be alright. That I believed that the sun's ray can rejuvenate and strengthen, and throughout my life I always knew that I was God's child. Any regrets, that so far I have not encountered anyone or anything that can tell me about an ancestor, other than a name.

It's important to write things down, leave your family something that tells about the real you.  Not the mother, sister, friend, husband, wife, daughter, son.....but you!

So in my case I hope that they will be told that my three children were the best things I ever did, for me, for this world. So again, my prayer I believed is answered.