I Hope You Love — a poem
Will you remember me when I am gone?
Will you visit my grave and mourn for me?
If you wish to remember me, my grave
Is not where I will be; instead, my works
Are where I will live on when I am dead.
You’ll find me in each poem that I composed:
My soul is knitted into ev’ry word
And, if you look upon this very verse,
You’ll find an echo of a piece of me.
And do not let your love decay with me,
But nourish and encourage love to grow,
To stretch out leaves and branches, shading all.
Oh, when you think of me, I hope you love
And love and love and love and love and love.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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