When I am gone

Would they celebrate my death

Or my birth?

Would they cry with joy or

With deep sorrow?

Would they ask why God

Or would they say thank you Lord!

I lived a life as best as I knew how

I loved as much as I could

I tried never to hurt intentionally

But inevitably I left a few tears behind me.

I tried to remember to pray everyday

To thank God for my endless blessings

But my complaints seemed prevalent

And mind and time consuming.

Would the hearts I mended miss me

Or those I broke curse me.

Would the lives I aided smile at my sight

Or those I ended spit at me?

Would my life be well lived as God intended?

Or time well spent as Satan planned?

When I am gone would they say,

Yes we know her and the human being she was?

Would they smile in understanding that

Life is best lived through errors