It Only Matters How They Remember You

By John Blase | October 25, 2015 |

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.

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

Beautiful.

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

May it be so.

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

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

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.

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.

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

“I swear, you are!
Dad