When I Am Done

When I am done, will you have known me?
Seen inside the empty spaces, overseen remembered embraces, known my fear’s personal faces?

When I am done, will you have heard me?
Bright joy over small things, know when my laughter rings, which songs I often quietly sing?

When I am done, will you have seen me?
The ‘me’ I see, the me I aim to be, the me that only others see?

When I am done, will you have felt me?
Shared finger touches on baby skin, trace my face where wrinkles set in, warmth of my body as the days begin?

When I am done, what will I be – to thee, and thee and thee?

~SMK
Inspiration – the passing of a co-worker today, the loss of a quality person.

4 thoughts on “When I Am Done

  1. You write to a beautiful cadence that reflects personal struggle with the genuine need for approval, love, and acceptance.

    We all want to be remembered…

    We all want to be loved….

    XOXO

    P.S. Keep Writing

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  2. It is reassuring to read these words ~ I’m not afraid of what lies ahead (aging parents, friends and eventually myself). The question seems simple, being the best person I can, even when I clearly fail at such attempts, is the goal ~ the answer to your final, perfect line “When I am done, what will I be – to thee, and thee and thee?”

    Beautiful. Wishing you a great Autumn ahead.

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