Remembered

The words were simple.

A question.

A question of heart and soul.

‘If you could be remembered for one thing,

what would that be?’

What would that be?

And I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the jobs I’d done or the titles I’d held.

I knew I wouldn’t be remembered for the degrees I’d received or the knowledge I’d gathered.

I would be remembered because I loved.

I would be remembered because I tried

(I always tried)

to be kind.

And to love in spite of it all.