It Only Matters How They Remember You

Yesterday I kept feeling tender toward myself.
Time after time I’d find tears in the eyes I see with
washing my vision clean as to what will endure.
Before I closed those eyes to sleep I rededicated
my life to good. It will not matter how I am buried –
casket, cremation, charioted away in the whirlwind.
It will only matter how you remember me, and I
cling to dumb hope you’ll swear I was a good man.

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  1. Annie B on October 25, 2015 at 2:06 pm


  2. Cherry Odelberg on October 25, 2015 at 2:30 pm

    May it be so.

  3. mike graves on October 25, 2015 at 9:37 pm

    John David Blase, you are a good man, from good stock

  4. Michele Morin on October 26, 2015 at 12:56 am

    This clinging to dumb hope is the prayer of the tired parent. Amen and amen.

  5. Susan on October 27, 2015 at 2:36 pm

    You don’t know me but I will remember that your poetry nourished me. And it will continue to nourish me, especially the poems I’ve memorized.

  6. David Blase on October 28, 2015 at 2:11 pm

    “I swear, you are!

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