Afterglow by Helen Lowrie Marshall

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun
of happy memories that I leave behind when day is done.

I have a copy of this poem I wrote in 1976. It’s mine not Helen’s.
That’s a bold claim to make, but I am listening. Do you have some kind of proof more than just a handwritten poem?