Death is
inevitable.
Each day
that passes is one day less in my life.
And yet I will
leave a legacy.
A fine web of memories.
The body will
be forgotten.
First the
feel of my touch.
Then my
voice.
Then my
smile.
Yet you
will remember me.
You will tell
my story.
You will
follow my rules.
You will be
my soul.
You will be
my voice.
For I have
seeped into your being.
I ask for
no grave, for I want to be free to live on in the universe.
I ask for
no flowers, for I want no life to be killed to remember me.
I ask for
nothing.
For your
love I already have.
As you have
mine.
The body
will be forgotten.
But I will
not.
For I have
lived well.
I have
taught well.
I have
loved well.
I am Eve. And
you are my children.
I am the
eternal fountain you can drink from at any time.
For I have planted my seed.
And I will
always be your tree of life.
