If I should ever leave you,  Whom I love
      To go along the silent way. . . Grieve not.
         Nor speak of me with tears. But laugh and talk of me
           As if I were beside you there.

       And when you hear a song Or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me
Be sad. . .for I am loving you
Just as I always have. . .

   You were so good to me! There are so many things
   I wanted still to do. . .So many things I wanted to say
     to you. . . Remember that I did not fear. . . It was
    Just leaving you That was so hard to face.

                               by Isla Paschal Richardson.