to my children.
If you need to cry, cry for your brothers
walking beside you.
Put your arms around anyone and give
them what you need to give me.
I want to leave you something, 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 on in your eyes,
your mind and your acts of kindness.
You can love me most by letting
hands touch hands and letting go
of children that need to be free.
Love does not die, people do.
So when all that is left of me is love…
Give me away…