I will not be remembered
no one will know my face
or hear echoes of my voice—
my words will not live on

and so, with every gesture
written words of mine, read,
inspired…thoughtful…
full of fun or joy or love

my legacy will be reflected
in the here and now
gently leading, pushing
guiding those who will

in turn go on to shape
tomorrows that I will not see
nor they, who will themselves
become the ripples in the stream

Copyright © 2018-08-29, by Lizl Bennefeld.