Epitaph

I was digging through my old emails, and ran across this one I'd sent to my children. I thought the poem, entitled "Epitaph," to be worth sharing again. Now, don't go thinking I'm morbid. I found it reading Meditations Before Kaddish in a book somewhere. That will teach me to dig into <pun> old books.



Epitaph - By Merrit Malloy


When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.

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