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 to 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 who need to be free.



Love does not die, 


people do.



So when all that is left of me 


is love. . .

Give me away. 






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Dutch translation/ Nederlandse vertaling