When my last breath has been taken <br />And you. You are looking over my life. <br />Take time to think about the times we shared <br />And think of them from my standpoint. Not your own. <br /> <br />When my last sigh has been voiced <br />And you. You are pawing through my things. <br />Think of what they meant to me. What significance they held. <br />Don't see them as some strange whim. <br /> <br />Ask Who was this? What secrets were held? <br />What were the treasured moments? <br />Who were the dearest loves? <br />What true and sacred passion lied within? <br /> <br />If you can see these things <br />and know that what you see is not contrived. <br />Then and only then <br />Are you any friend of mine. <br /> <br />I did not need you to see these things <br />Nor express them when I was alive. <br />But in my absence I do <br />To help my spirit survive. <br /> <br />As a legacy that is precious <br />Requiring true and selfless love <br />To nurture and house it. <br />Take care of my memory.<br /><br />Vanessa Millar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-care-of-my-memory/
