Poem: ‘To Remember Me’ by Robert Test

To Remember Me

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.

At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine, and don’t call this my death bed. Let this be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.

If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or a word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

-Robert. N. Test

Posted on May 24, 2012, in Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. powerful!! and thanks for liking my post. have to take my time and move thro this!

  2. This poem has stuck in my mind from the time I first read it. The poem, “Do not stand at
    my grave and cry” which came to me at the time of my sister’s automobile accident, also
    is thought provoking. Oh, the mystery of death so lingers in our minds. I am sure this
    material is on facebook and twitter but just in case it isn’t, it is now.

  3. This is a moving statement for what to do on the day we die.

  4. I am a kidney transplant recipient and this poem has become my theme song,Mr Robert N Test is my hero.I thank my God for organ donors.

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