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
This may be one of your old poems -- but it is a goodie! Susan
Regis
Beautiful and loving tribute to your Dad. I lost my Dad years ago so I know your pain. God bless.
Blessings,
~Linda
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
So sorry for your loss. This is how I would like to be remembered so you stirred my emotions. Well done. Peace, Love and Blessings Will Always See You Through, Paul.
Heart stirring <with tears> I understand.
Thank you for sharing this lovely penning, wishing you blessings.
Sincerely,
~Gwendolyn
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(