Monday, November 10, 2014

Poem for The Living by Theodora Kroeber

When I am dead,
Cry for me a little.
Think of me sometimes,
But not too much.
It is not good for you
Or your wife or your husband
Or your children
To allow your thoughts to dwell
Too long on the dead.
Think of me now and again
As I was in life
At some moment which it is a pleasure to recall
But not too long.
Leave me in peace
As I shall leave you, too, in peace.
While you live,
Let your thoughts be with the living.

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