When I die, give what is left of me to my children.
    If you need to cry, cry for your brothers and
                    sisters 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 that need to be free.

  Love does not die, people do.
  So when all that is left of me is love...
               Give me away.
                                                              A gift from all Mothers to their loved ones
 
 

Fly onward ...

 
 
 

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