REMEMBER ME

 By, Myra Wexler Darwish

Remember me after I pass on,

 As a tree that’s seen in the early dawn,

                 I was never that leaf just hanging on,

 I was always green and new.

Remember me when you look at the Moon, 

I was born that phase after fullness grew,

Disseminating what I always knew, 

Leaving poems & stories behind.

Remember me at the dusk of day, 

When the sky is pink, purple, and grey,

Perhaps you’ll even hear me say,

How much I have loved you.

 © Copyright 2020 Myra Wexler Darwish
Posted: February 12, 2020