All you who love me well, when I am dead
Look on my quiet face that laughed the while it lived,
Restrain your tears, and give instead, a gentle word,
An understanding smile.  Oh, if you really love me,
Do not cry to see me lying there, my laughter stilled...
Surely you know that I can never die....I for whom
Everyday is strangely filled with some sweet happiness.
Gather me flowers and pile them high for me to come to see,
They will remind my spirit of the hours of joy I spent on earth.
Think of me free of body's pain and you will find your grief
changed to an overwhelming, sweet relief.......

-- Sarah Jane O'Berry