Submitted by
Elsa Sandoval
When I die, give what is left of me to 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 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 free.
Love does not die, people do.
So when all that is left of me is love,
Give me away.
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