When I die give what is left of me to the 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 with 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 God’s creatures do.

So when all that’s left of me is love

Give me away!

Anonymous

From Debbie in Hawaii