Posted by CL on 11/5/2009, 11:40 am Link: Merrit Malloy Website
Ludlow's subject today about Love was great; and Bettie from Burnt Mtn. read a poem that she found that her husband Bill had left for her when he knew he would not be coming home again from the hospital. I thought it was very moving.
The lady who wrote it has a website
“Epitaph”
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.
Merrit Malloy
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