Do not leave behind a statue,
no marble,no inscription
to speak for who I was.
Let my name fade
like footprints in wet sand.

Do not remember me with flowers
that wither in a vase,
but with silence
when you look at the sky
and feel no need to speak.

Return my voice to the wind,
my hands to the earth,
my eyes to the light
that once touched my face
and now rests on yours.

My last wish
is not possession,
not a legacy of things,
but that something of my gentleness
has touched you.