Friday, April 29, 2011

National Poetry Month: Epitaph

It's a bit morbid, especially on a day when I swear the peony bushes grew another foot overnight, but this is my favorite optional reading before the Mourner's Kiddish and I want to share it.

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 your eyes
And not on 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.

1 comment:

Caroline Starr Rose said...

This is gorgeous. Thank you for sharing!