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

[Belator Books]

There is a wistful tear which falls at the memory of the thing one used to enjoy as a child, the falling rain, the flame salamanders of a fireplace, the action of simply running through tall grass or searching hours for a few, sweet berries. A small part of each adult wishes to be remembered thus.

[SM Davis]

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

Love this one! Light and nice meter. 100 DAISIES all the way around.

[Prateeksha Khot]

great poem and congratulations

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Tate Congrats on this great winning poem.

[Charles]

This is a good poem about being remembered... I've often wondered about that remembering, though, and why so many people yearn for it to be remembering the long-ago person instead of the current one (look at obits in the newspaper and see how many are of really young people (the pictures) who passed on in their 80's or 90's - well, grandma would never want her current picture in the paper. I say we are who we are at the end and that's the way I want to be remembered. The poem itself flows quite easily off the tongue, but I do think the first and third stanzas say pretty much the same thing. The best part of the poem starts with the fourth stanza. In fact, the fourth and fifth stanzas would make quite a remarkable poem by themselves - a very Dickenson-like poem full of imagery and imagination. It's almost like the first three stanzas and the last two were written at different times. The meter and impact of the last two stanzas is really profound. :-)

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is beautiful. I remember my grandfather words everyday of my life. He stood tall and never was hard on no-one. He will be remembered because I act and talk like him now. I like this poem. Your poetry always leave me with something to think about.
Coyote

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

i want ones to remeber who i was my Beauty i leave behind and beauty i see in others and my Beautiful spirit not who i once was or am to others but that beuaty they see and the Happiness i bring to others. dont worry about it ones that will truly remeber the special things of you and who you are the beauty of you are your true friends and your family that cares for you dearly and believe me they wont froget cause i have not for gotten about my friends that have passed away and the good person they was and the beauty of their spirit and same goes for my family. Beautiful write God bless

[Star Wolf]

We can only hope we're remembered well by those in our lives.

[The Analog Kid]

Another great theme Tate. Nice.