How I Want To Be Remembered
remember me if you will, please remember me still...
Free spirited barefoot in the sand
Reggae Tam’n, lover of dance
A water child, guided by the moon
She embraces culture and beats to her own tune
A mother’s little offspring, unbreakable bond
Joyful day’s skipping rocks in the pond
Creativity embodies her every being
Every word she utters, heartfelt with meaning
Profound mind, some say she’s a genius
Captivating intellect, but wanderlust a bit
A conqueror, brave
Seminole Indian markings engraved
Imprinting impressions on strangers hearts
Loves to love sometimes to muc
Remember me if you will
Please remember me still
Remember me always
Do not bereve
For my spirit is free
Just never stop
Remembering me….
About the Creator
Tracy Toccara
Aspiring poet, writing for the addict in recovery, the struggling addict, the sober addict and writing to create addiction and mental health awareness.
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