Would You?

From the day of your arrival on to this earth,

people have cherished you.

Upon your death, would you want the same?

What would you want them to do?

Would you want the good that you have done,

to be fondly recollected?

Would you want your accomplishments accurately chronicled,

emphasizing the many you’ve affected?

It is hard to determine how this will go,

since you will no longer be here.

The wheel that you once sat behind,

now beyond your control to steer.

As you sit in the wings and watch this play out,

if you could, would you change a thing?

Would you be pleased with the bittersweet songs,

that mournful voices sing?

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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When Paper Meets the Pen…

Until the paper meets the pen,

private thoughts remain unknown.

The deepest, darkest secrets lie,

in the marrow of our bones.

Therapeutic is the art of words,

hidden safely behind the lips.

A silent dance, they do perform,

while the beat of our hearts skip.

The transparency that our sharing brings,

does open up the soul.

Forcing us back into our shells,

to reclaim our original roles.

So, until the paper meets the pen,

the world will never know.

The direction of our inner thoughts,

and which way they will go.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall