Honor Me
A life reduced to numbers,
Clocks ticking,
Our time left to breathe
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Maturity, respect, worth, value
Measured in birthdays, tax brackets and dress sizes,
Measured in years married, injuries sustained, in liquor bottles emptied,
Measured in limbs lost, medals won, in cars nestled in garages,
Measured in how many children one can bear, in medications to make it through one more day.
If my life must be reduced to numbers,
Let it then be measured in smiles brought to strangers faces,
In children who felt safe in my presence,
In words spoken in kindness,
In minutes spent tangled up in bed with the one I love,
In hours of vulnerability, and the people I helped.
When my clock has ticked its final tock
Please do not announce the time of death.
Do not reduce my life to a 12 digit scale.
Instead, honor me in the kisses you give your dog, knowing it will never be quite enough
Honor me in the high fives you grant your friends when they ask for help, when you’re proud of them.
Honor me in the hikes you take and trails you blaze and poems you write about love and friendship and hope.
Please honor me in death as you would in life:
Honor me with a single breath.
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