A poem by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894). It was handwritten (from memory) by my father, Ronnie, and marked "Epitaph". He passed away on 17th September 2015.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

The poem is printed here on an image of the view from his beloved Currabinny where he would sit looking out to sea.