5 years later, would you be proud of who I’ve become?
Would you see the permanent impression you left,
A reflection of your values, lessons, and love in this life I chose?
Or would you say I’m missing the very thing
That makes everything worth living through?
Would you sense a growing discontent
As I lack the gift of passing your
Beautiful, simple, essential truths on?
5 years later, is success, respect, comfort– any of it–
Enough to feel I’ve carried on your name well?
Or would you tell me it’s time
To find another path, a new rhyme?
5 years later, I still search for- try to hear- your advice.
5 yeas later, I pray this life hasn’t been spent at too great a price.
5 years later, I carry you with me still.
5 years later, I hold your home-
Once the only place I felt home- closer still
As I build my own.
—Written by Sandy Heights