Anne Bradstreet's "Before the Birth of One of Her Children"

"Before the Birth of One of her Children seemed like a very sullen, almost sad poem to me. Bradstreet seems to feel as if her time is coming to an end and my die. What I find interesting about this poem is that you don't often see a writer write about how they are not ready to die, rather often works of literature dealing with death always have some heroic tale of how the protagonist has lived such a great life and they are ready for their time. I think that when Bradstreet says "the many faults that well you know I have" she is almost apologizing for all of the wrong things she has done. She then goes on to write "If any worth or virtue were in me, let that live freshly in you're memory". We all want to be remembered as something great when we die, nobody thinks "when I die I hope I'm remembered as a mediocre person". However, often no one ever says that out loud. I like that she is being so honest, projecting that she is not ready to go, but if she does think of her fondly.