How I Want To Be Remembered
remember me if you will, please remember me still...
Barefoot in the sand, spirit untamed,
Reggae rhythms flow, her dance unclaimed.
A child of the water, guided by the moon,
In every beat and culture, her heart finds room.
Unbreakable bonds, from mother to child,
Days filled with joy, in nature's arms beguiled.
Creativity's spark in every breath,
Words that touch deeply, defying death.
A mind profound, some call her genius,
Intellect captivating, her dreams are seamless.
Brave as the warriors, with Seminole pride,
Leaving love's mark, sometimes too wide.
Remember me, in the dance of the leaves,
In the ocean's chorus, in the whispering eaves.
I am still here, in the world's grand weave,
My spirit free, in the life I conceive.
Light on my feet, reborn anew,
Ready to embrace life, with a view so true.
For my essence is free, like the endless future I foresee,
Remember me, in the dance, forever free.
About the Creator
Tracy Toccara
Tracy Toccara is a poet and a warrior of life whose verses chronicle a profound journey from the shadows of addiction to the light of recovery. Her collection of poems is not merely words on a page; it is a testament to her resilience.
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