Remember Me

Uncle Ben

Remember me as I was then

not like you see me now

The laughing carefree way I stood

too towered and taught to bow

 

The happy young man you once knew

who's eye's were clear and bright

Played together each day in the sun

danced alone in the soft moonlight

 

Rather you see what I was then

than what I have become today

A warm heart who loved you so

with the strength of fire to play

 

When April swells the marshes

the red winged birds will know

To pipe these two words lightly

to all the winds that blow

 

The trembling stars of the night

once bold bright shining too

Turn their heads from me now

as I do now from you

Author's Note

Wondering how Ben would wish to be remembered?

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

YOU will be remember to all that cherish you. To all those whose lives you've touched and all who have reached out to you. To remember you would bring us all joy as reflecting on who you have been to each of us your light will remain as bright as it has always been... No matter when we met you, no matter how long we've known you, the soul of you remains as pure as goodness gets. No matter what mistakes have ever led you astray, those were lessons, the growth, instilling the very goodness in the Man you are today.
Your words are strong with emotion and hope as you express the hope of how you wish to be remembered. As always such a soothing flow. Another great poem Tate!
You know I had to add my 2 cents. lol

[Tate Morgan]

That is a beautiful Review

[roarke]

I like the feel and flow of this one Tate.... although I'm not sure how to take the last stanza. Does it represent death or change? The other stanzas represent to me a passage, an acceptance of the difference. We can only be remembered by those we've touched, for as long as they exist past us. If we have made a more lasting presence, as in art or words or sculpture, or movies, something the lasts into the future that in some abstract fashion reflects who we were in a moment in time, then we're remembered a little longer. I know your feeling toward family, so I'd say you will be remembered for generations to come.

[Susanna F]

Lovely,lovely. It reminds me of my father-in-law, also a poet. He's been gone a year and a half, and my final sight of him was of a paralyzed man who was in pain, wasted away in body, but not in spirit. Now I am compiling his poetry and seeing him as he was - young, vibrant, passionate, righteously indignant, joyful. Writing is one way we live on. Thanks for the beautiful and thought-provoking poem.

[Shelly Braen]

So delicate and wonderous, this peaceful world of rememberence. How lovely are the vines that grow on the ancient stone of my mind's garden walls. A memory as sweet and rich as strawberries nibbled with milk, yet as strong and earthy as licorice root tea. You have filled my sketch book with such marvelous images and your pen flows so smoothly on the parchment. Yet harsh are your words to the man of today. Why so? You as you were, still lies behind the eyes or wisdom and brilliance. The perfume of willowbark and moss.

[ice]

Going through your back pages, Tate...found some really good stuff.
Stopped on this one for a bit longer, because of the title--April, and rewing go together very nicely right now..When I hear the "tree till dee" down in the meadow, I will think of this poem.

"When April swells the marshes
the red winged birds will know
To pipe these two words lightly
to all the winds that blow"
very nice
enjoyed

[Aria]

it's lovely tate. the flow was perfect and the imagery and longing to be remembered as something bright rather than stained with the years of life fit perfectly.

[xjust-for-me.x]

Excellent

[M.Babu]

The happy young man you once knew
who's eye's were clear and bright
Played together each day in the sun
danced alone in the soft moonlight
lovely stanza. Everyone wonders how they'll be remembered. By living a good life and making the best decisions i believe we can all be remembered in a positive light. I feel refreshed after reading this...you've reminded me what i should strive to leave behind when i'm no more.
thanks for this Tate. Wonderful

[George Love]

I've lost many friends to cancer, and all of them wanted only family at their bedside when they died, all except for one small child who adopted the medics who cared for her as family. All want to be remembered in their strength, not as a frail thing wasting painfully away.

Great thgouths here.

[Tony]

We move on but our actions in life define how we will be remembered.
Words to be listened to.

[An owl on the moon]

This is a deeply bittersweet write, filled with a beauty of being and living... We move on in the tide of time... yet somehow what we were remains. This swept over me like the waves of the sea...