Passing on the love

I went to the graveyard today. It was a really moving experience. The emotions from the deceaseds’ loved ones were so palpable. I couldn’t help but realize how love is one of the only things that truly remains after our death. This affecting me has in turn manifested as this poem.

What have I done

In this life

To be prepared

For transitioning

To the one after

Who will

Remember me

Who will

Show up

To bury me

To pray for me

Was I loved, enough

Did I love
Enough.
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