When All That’s Left of Me is Love

I found this poem posted on one of my trisomy FB groups, and it really struck a cord. I worked all weekend, and while it was a great distraction from my heavy heart, the weight of all that we face struck me hard on Sunday night after my 2 long, busy holiday shifts were over. As upbeat and hopeful as I try to be, there is still so much coming – so many unknowns, so many frightening scenarios, that sometimes I am flooded with emotion. Thankfully, my husband took the night off from work, so I had his comforting presence.

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.


2 thoughts on “When All That’s Left of Me is Love

  1. Just wanted to let you know I’ve been thinking of you and your family this afternoon. I’m glad you’re keeping this blog–you’re a beautiful writer and I appreciate knowing what’s going on. Wishing you guys the best.


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