Oh, if I could be remembered
after my passing from this earth
and feel that I had made a difference
in that time since my birth.
I wanted so much to be able to sing,
make music, to dance 
so well as to please the world,
and maybe, also perchance
To write a novel so inspiring,
so filled with love and perhaps mirth
that my name WOULD be remembered,
that I HAD been of some worth.
But from my voice came no music,
nor from an instrument, not a note.
From my pen no words of wisdom flowed,
only through the poetry I wrote.
But, God knows, I did my very best
as a daughter, wife and mother,
as a grandmother and employee
or as a veteran, a volunteer
and any other place
I filled in this life while I did live.
So when I die, this epitaph
To you all I solemnly give
That simply says, “I DID MY VERY BEST.”

The Greeks believed that you remained immortal when your name was remembered on earth. I did not do anything great in my life. But I vowed I would make up for that by honoring our veterans through my poetry, and make them “immortal” so THEY WOULD BE REMEMBERED!