Playground Uprising

What Could Be
January 26, 2007, 6:31 pm
Filed under: Family, Friends, Life



What does the word Family mean? These spurious thoughts arose in my scattered brain last night during book club or “dork club” as my husband fondly refers to us. Our growing and shrinking group is made up of a flexible ten. We have been together for almost three years, have read around thirty books, and have challenged each other’s world view. Our conversations are diverse. For example, last night over burritos, bagels, and Starbuck coffees (our appetites are also diverse) we discussed religion, recent hair cuts, the war in Iraq, global warming, diapers, and even touched on our focus book Faith Club by Idliby, Oliver and Warner. This month’s selection features the poem Epitaph by Merritt Malloy. She reminded me that as a family our job is to let go of those things and those people that darken our mornings and focus on the possibilities that come with a willingness to look at our world in terms of what could one day be our legacies.

by Merritt Malloy

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.
I’ll see you at home
in the earth.


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