When I am dead my dearest <br />Do not give way to grief <br />But put aside your misery <br />And let your heart be glad. <br />Remember how we watched the moon <br />And saw the sun in beauty rise. <br /> <br />My ashes you will scatter <br />Upon our mother sea <br />Then when you hear the breakers crash <br />Or mark the seagull’s call <br />You’ll truly know that I am there <br />Within the heart and life of all. <br /> <br />So when again you feel the breeze <br />Caress your cheek or stir your hair <br />Be sure, its gentle touch is mine <br />And when you hear the roaring gale <br />Or crack of thunder on the sea <br />You’ll know that I am with you still— <br /> <br />I have not gone away.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-not-gone-away/
