It seems unfair
that life will go on
without me in it.
Just as the memories
of my own ancestors have faded,
so will the memories of me.

Generations from now
they won’t know my name,
what I looked like,
or how I lived my life.
That which made me laugh
and the love that I shared
will be of no interest
to anyone anymore.

Any memory of me
will fade just like
the sun that sets
too early in the evening sky.
Generations will carry on
as I have and will
arrive at the same
destination that awaits me.

Their names and faces
erased with time
as if they never existed,
just like mine.

Written by Susan
Copyright 2012