Title:  Who Will Remember Me?

Author:   Gallemore
Category:   Inspirational
Keywords:  More often than not I lay in bed, thinking of loved ones and memories like movies playing in my head. I remember at age five my brother and I had chicken pox, not to be confused with hives. We sat in the bath and both of us laughed. Our sides beg

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More often than not I lay in bed,
thinking of loved ones and memories
like movies playing in my head.

I remember at age five
my brother and I had chicken pox,
not to be confused with hives.

We sat in the bath
and both of us laughed.
Our sides began to stitch,
the oatmeal stopped working
and we started to itch.

I scratched his back,
and he scratched mine.
We both kept scratching
until we both felt fine.
The itch had receded;
we both got what was needed.
Brotherly love had not been impeded.

No sadness or grief;
no fear, only relief.
Laughter and love,
"A wink from above?"

My brother, too young,
he was only three.
I'll always remember that,
but who will remember me?

In school I wasn't popular.
With so few friends,
I wasn't a gossiper.

But one day came
when it was my opportunity.
All I wanted to do
was join this community.

A kid sat next to me,
and what was next
exploded from my chest
like a terroristic zealot
unleashing a thousand word-like pellets.

I had been bullied, poked and prodded.
While before, other classmates either joined in or nodded.
Experience taught me enough,
making someone else the target
wasn't that tough.

I don't remember what I said,
but I know there was dread.
This kid was made into a step
on the platform of "life",
and all I had given him
was sadness and a bit of strife.

Time removes clarity.
I'll always remember that,
but who will remember me?

I fell in love when I was sixteen.
The girl was a year younger.
Everyone told me to slow down,
but the need for love gripped me like hunger.

We married after three years,
but not before smiles, sex, arguments or tears.
At the time our love had been growing
like the grapes off of a vine.
We were ready to begin a life
and turn those grapes into wine.

The way it went was not at all expected.
Marriage and military life left us slightly disconnected.
We were at each other's throats
like two people fighting for a raft,
trying to get off of a sinking boat.

I said horrible things that at the time felt right,
some of these things still plague me at night.
I drove her away and she decided to cheat.
There was no justice and my pride had been beat.
My best friend forgot who I was,
or maybe I forgot myself.
Alone at home,
her pictures no longer on my shelf.

I had been told that marriage doesn't come easy,
and now I can see.
I'll always remember that,
but who will remember me?

I recently met another,
she kind of reminded me of my mother.
I took a chance and asked for her number.
She gave it to me,
and I stared at her for the rest of the night with amazement and wonder.

Our relationship took off like a rocket from Cape Canaveral.
She had me excited to where I would occasionally stutter and babble.
We only got to spend four months together,
but the time we spent felt like forever.
The memories we created and the times that awaited
were all put on hold for a year-long deployment that was slated.
We promised our hearts, hopes and dreams.
All of her family told her it was extreme.

Later, I checked my pocket to find a letter.
In it, she told me I had been everything she hoped for and better.
I cried like a baby and was glad she didn't see.
I'll always remember that,
but who will remember me?

I know one day when my time will come,
I'll remember my life and the things that I've done.
You don't have to believe in God or a smidgen of religion
to know that one day you will no longer talk,
but your life will:
The friends you've made.
The people you hurt or saved.
The way you treated Tina, Tommy, Sharon, or Bill.

Be a force of good,
a positive impact.
Sometimes it's okay to alter the contract!
People will hurt,
people will cry,
many will laugh,
but ALL of us will die!

My Mom used to say, "you reap what you sow".
What happens after life ends,
and you've got nothing to show?

Finally, when you see a man starved of life and food,
walk over give him a meal for free.
I'll always remember that,
but who will remember me?



Comments on "Who Will Remember Me?"
Posted by on October 27, 2013
I love this! You put a lot of emotion into it!