To live is to love

I wrote this poem for my sister to read at one of our local art galleries. It is my wish she recites some of her own work, but knowing her she will be shy. Hence, I wrote this as a warm up to her in a letter addressed to only her. However, I thought of all humanity when writing it. It is very rough, but raw, so I love it.

I hope that when all is said and done

When you go back to ashes and none

When you cannot apologize

Or holler or agonize

That you will have loved

That all the love there was in your heart

You gave to the world and lived your life as art

Even if by your own hands you are gone

If you  have helped another one

by extending your heart on your hand

,that if you love you are forgiven

For that’s all the human heart possibly can

To love is the only condition to live, it Is God-given

One day when I am gone I wish to be remembered this way. That when I am gone I am remembered for my love if nothing else. All I want is for people to know that I loved when I could, and when I couldn't I wished that I would.