And just for thought...
If at the end of my life, I have not written the next great American novel,
I have loved and been loved.
I have touched the beginnings of life and watered my blooms
even if not all of them sprouted petals.
I can look back, remembering the taste of every fear that chained me,
every tear that sung my hurt,
and I can go to my resting place knowing I never faltered even at my worst.
I will take with me the care, the companions that walked with me
even the ones that were only there for a passing moment.
These moments of passing love filled my heart just the same.
At the end of my life, I can move on knowing that I leave with all of me,
knowing that my memory will stay with those who loved me the most,
knowing that I gave my all for just one smile from them.
If at the end of my life, I have only life to only one child,
I know she will be amazing in every way and she will go on without me just the same.
I can take with me her sweet baby smell, our young woman talks,
and the blessing that I was given the chance to stand beside her as long as I could.
I know, even after I'm gone, she'll always carry me with her in her own way.
At the end of my life, I can go knowing love conquered all
even if I had given up, even if I had cursed it.
I can move on with a smile at all the moments I was lucky enough to live.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.