As I am living in my final days,
I don’t desire laurels or flowers or praise;
I’ve already been blessed with the prize that I sought
That with gold or silver or pearls can’t be bought;
The legacy I leave is my children now grown
Who are happy and strong and can stand on their own.
By Betty Killebrew
May 4, 2009
(In Memory of a friend)
Read more articles, stories and poems by Betty Killebrew at: www.trovemagazine.com
