When
I die,
give
what is left of me to children.
If
you need to cry,
cry
for your brothers and sisters
walking
beside you.
Put
your arms around anyone and
give
them what you need to give me.
I
want to leave you with something,
better
than words or sounds.
Look
for me in the people
I
have known and loved.
And
if you cannot live without me,
then
let me live in your eyes,
your
mind, and your acts of kindness.
You
can love me the most
by
letting hands touch hands.
Love
does not die, people do.
So
when all that is left of me is love…
Give
me away…
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