2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24

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For today’s prompt, write a “how I’ll be remembered” poem. It’s an interesting question: How will I be remembered? My amazing looks? My incredible personality? My charitable nature? My goofy jokes? The cranky guy who’s always telling people to stay off his lawn? Dive into this introspection today.


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Here’s my attempt at a How I’ll Be Remembered Poem:

“when i am dead & under ground”

when i am dead & under ground
will people mourn or say hooray
or worse will they not make a sound
when i am dead & under ground
because no loss when not around
the guy who had too much to say
when i am dead & under ground
will people mourn or say hooray


Robert Lee Brewer

Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

He won’t remember how others remember him after he’s gone. But it’s still a fun game to play.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.


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182 thoughts on “2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 24

  1. RJ Clarken

    That Big, Hearty Laugh

    “Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.” ~James Thurber>/i>

    Sometime, in the distant future, (I
    hope it’s a long time from now,)
    remember the laughs. Forget the gaffes.
    Reminiscence, I’d like to endow

    with humor and giggles; funny stuff
    is the legacy I’d like to leave.
    Forget the gaffes; remember the laughs.
    A celebration. Nothing to grieve.

    O tranquility! You’re a far cry
    from all the chaos, the mess.
    Remember the laughs. Forget the gaffes.
    If you chuckled, I was a success.

    I think you can see where I’m going
    with this clown-car train of thought.
    Forget the gaffes; remember the laughs.
    It’s that joy and gladness humor’s wrought.


  2. Brandi Noelle

    Remember Me

    Someday when my life reaches its end
    and my soul has been laid to rest,
    I wonder how I’ll be remembered
    by those who knew me best.
    Will they say I was a devoted wife
    and a proud and loving mother?
    A decent cook in the kitchen
    and, of course, a fantastic lover?
    (Right, honey? Honey?)
    Will they recall I was a loyal daughter
    and the most supportive of sisters?
    A friend to laugh with, cry with, sigh with?
    Will they stop to say, “I miss her?”
    (Gosh, I hope so!)
    Will I be remembered for my wit and charm,
    my clever use of the written word?
    Or, just my goofy antics, silly faces,
    wild dances made to be absurd?
    (Whatever, at least, I had fun!)
    Will I be remembered as a woman of strength,
    one with values that never wavered?
    Or, just as an opinionated brat
    known for her self-righteous behavior?
    Will I be remembered for my generous nature,
    my sense of humor and polite manner?
    Perhaps, they’ll marvel at this Hispanic girl
    with the inability to ever get tanner.
    (Hey! I’m Irish, too!)
    Will I be remembered for my faith,
    my love of God and trust in Him?
    Or, dwell on the fact that my memorization
    of Biblical verse was a little dim?
    (It’s a big book, people!)
    When that day eventually comes
    and I answer the Lord’s call,
    I hope the answer to all these questions
    is that they remember me for it all.

  3. LCaramanna

    I Was The One Dancing On The Desk

    I was a procrastinator with creative ideas,
    but because my teaching partner was a woman of action,
    thinking lights suspended from the ceiling
    cast a festive glow on the walls of words
    under the timeline that began before the birth of Christ
    and continued on into the future.
    Lessons learned every day
    in the Writers’ Underground,
    no piece of knowledge too big or too small
    to be digested by someone,
    any one
    of the writers in this basement oasis
    where chaos reigned over drama,
    books were devoured,
    essays and poetry flowed,
    birthday cake fed souls,
    music rocked middle school,
    and I was the one dancing on the desk.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  4. seingraham


    Let it be with laughter and fondness and just a touch
    of wistfulness, for unfinished business
    No-one leaves this earth with all their loose ends tied up
    Remember how crazy I was but in the best ways, the ones
    that made you feel cherished,
    that made you know I’d do anything for you, anything.
    When you think of me, pull my writing down off the
    shelf and read some of my poems.
    You will find me there and you will find yourself too;
    it will be more comforting than I suspect you know.
    When you think of me, don’t yearn, or mourn –
    Remember how much I loved you when I lived but
    how little I regretted … when you think of me
    be at peace, know I am too.

    1. ingridbruck

      “Here is day 24. I been really enjoying getting your poems and reading them.
      Michael Peck

      Day 24
      How I want to be remembered

      when I think how I want to be remembered
      my mind goes blank
      I wonder just how much
      that will matter
      what people think after
      I have stopped thinking
      do I really know what people
      think about
      or if they really do think about me
      that much
      I know my wife thinks about me
      after I gone will her thoughts be
      I miss him or
      god, it is easier to keep the house clean ©

  5. AFPrice

    When I’ve Died

    they’ll say the good things – not the bad
    say some funny things – not the sad
    and as they share they’ll learn things they wish they’d known before
    they’ll wish they’d called a week ago
    wish they’d somehow let me know
    how much they liked knocking on my back door

    and in their missed what-could-have-beens
    they’ll wonder ‘bout their other friends
    and silently they’ll shed a wishing tear
    they’ll hope they’ve learned their lesson now
    steadfastly they make a vow
    to stay in touch with all this coming year

    but time is time and days are days
    we do our best in many ways
    regretting doesn’t help much — them or me
    so say goodbye – give a wave
    cherish memories—those you save
    and know that sometime that dear friend you’ll see


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