Who would not wish to leave behind
A bit of tenderness,
A sum - of their endearing heart
And memories to caress.
And too - a wish to be remembered
In such a haunting way,
For deeds and works of our September
As if it were today.
To leave a line to catch the heart
A smile, a laugh, a tear,
A presence felt as once it was
To feel - forever near.
And when we leave this world - prithee -
I would hope that one could say
He gave a little tenderness -
To me - along the way.
~ James Joseph Huesgen
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