Dad’s Last Words
Remember me not, in this fancy box,
With it’s silk lining
And flowers all around
Remember me not, in this fancy suit,
With this tie
I always hated to wear..
Remember me not, with this
Clean shaven face.
When my whiskers were always abound!
Remember me not, all stiff and cold.
When for seventy one years, I was hot-tempered,
Hot blooded and bold!
But remember my gentle side,
For although I had one nasty temper,
There were so many good times we had together.
So wipe the tears from your eyes
You know how I hate to see women cry.
So remember me not, in this fancy box
Just remember me as me!
In memory of Herbert Francis Schlee
January 26, 1917 – May 23, 1988