Fred Duquenne
Riverview Cemetery
Be they resting places for people of Faith, a family line, fallen heroes, or International war memorials, there are cemeteries that have stood so long a time that no more souls may be laid to rest in them.. Only ancient trees and caretakers stand watch over the departed.
These places of rest are full ,and often those who might visit or leave flowers and memorials are also long gone leaving no flowers or holiday memories , they rest in yet another place .
-
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.
- Epitaph , by Merritt Malloy
Riverview Cemetery
Be they resting places for people of Faith, a family line, fallen heroes, or International war memorials, there are cemeteries that have stood so long a time that no more souls may be laid to rest in them.. Only ancient trees and caretakers stand watch over the departed.
These places of rest are full ,and often those who might visit or leave flowers and memorials are also long gone leaving no flowers or holiday memories , they rest in yet another place .
-
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.
- Epitaph , by Merritt Malloy