Life...It's A Story: Remember Me

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Remember Me

Will you remember me

If you don’t hear me laugh; if you don’t hear me cry

Or will you forget my voice as the years go by

Will you remember me

If you can’t see the wrinkles on my face

Or will my image from your memory someday be erased

Will you remember me

If upon your lips you cannot feel my kiss

Or will your heart resolve it’s better off like this

Will you remember me

If I cannot hug you or no longer touch your hand

Or will my memory fly away like the windblown sand

Yes, I will remember you

The joy in your laugh and the sorrows of your cry

I will not forget your voice as the years go by

Yes, I will remember you

I love those wrinkles upon you face

Your image from my memory can never be erased.

Yes, I will remember you

Every single time my lips felt your kiss

I have resolved to remember those sweet times of bliss

Yes, I will remember you

Your warm hugs and the gentle touch of your strong hand

I will pile your memories like a mile high dune of sand

Yes, Love, I will remember you

You are my life and breath

I will hold on to you till I close my eyes in death

Allen Bennett

For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
Ecclesiastes 9:5

6 comments:

AnonymousNovember 12, 2011 at 4:48 PM
WOW! :)
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AnonymousNovember 12, 2011 at 6:15 PM
Such a beautiful poem! You have a great talent!
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Allen BennettNovember 12, 2011 at 6:39 PM
Thank you for your kind comments. I have a nice audience for which to write.
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just meNovember 14, 2011 at 4:27 PM
This was very nice. Nice way with words and emotion.
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Allen BennettNovember 14, 2011 at 4:50 PM
Thank you, Wendy. I appreciate your comments. We are so looking forward to you and your family visiting in December.
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RoxanneNovember 21, 2011 at 10:44 PM
Hoping I get to meet Wendy in December too! In the meantime, Allen, message coming your way on FB.
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Life... It's A Story

My blog is a collection of stories from my life. These are the stories that shaped me into who I am today. They are the threads that make up the fabric of my life.

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My Back Story

Reading about someone else’s life on a blog can be a little confusing; especially if you do not know them well enough to know some of the basic timeline of their life. So I want to share some basic information about my family that will help put my past and future stories in perspective.

I was born in December of 1957 to Julian and Merle Bennett. I had three siblings at that time, Alton (12), Vickie (10), and Tony (3). I lived in Wichita Falls, Texas.

My dad hauled and sold produce and also was a “greaser” (a person who picks up grease from behind restaurants and sells it to rendering plants to be made into soap, perfume, etc.) He was one of five brothers. His father’s name was Thomas. Dad’s mother died when dad was about six or seven.

My mother was a stay at home mom who only made it to the third grade in school. She like, my dad, had a mother who died when she was only seven. Mom had a twin brother named Earl and one older sister. After her mother died her father, Jesse Fair, remarried. His new wife was not kind to mom and mom moved out of the Fair house when she was eleven.

My dad died when I was only eight. He left us with an Oldsmobile 88 that was paid for but no money in the bank. As a self-employed individual he had no insurance and few death benefits. Mom had to go to work to raise me and my brother Tony. Alton and Vickie were already out of the home. Alton was serving our country in Vietnam (he made a career of the Army) and Vickie was on her second marriage already.

Mom had a rough time making it with no husband and few friends. She began to go to bars with her twin brother’s ex wife, Ruth, and started to have some challenges with alcohol. We moved to Fort Worth, Texas. After a couple of years she met a man in one of those bars and married him. His name was James Downs.

Big Jim, as people called him (he became “dad” to me), took good care my mom, my brother, and me. But he moved us on an average of two times every year so we never put roots down anywhere and it was difficult making friends. When I was 14 Jim and my mom had a baby girl. Her name was Stephanie.

Later that year we moved to a little piece of land outside Wichita Falls. We lived there for three years as we built it into a farm. A little bit of stability. I attended a country school with about 100 students in high school.

At the age of 16 I made a commitment to Christ and started attending church. I started working with the youth six months later and went to Southern Bible College after graduating from high school.

I met and married my wife Lisa during my senior year at SBC. We now have seven children. I have served in ministry for 36 years until I recently retired. Now I am homeschooling my children and writing.