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Remember


Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.


This poem by Christina Rossetti always gets me thinking; what is my legacy? What would I be remembered for? Would I have failed in life if after I leave I'm forgotten in the twinkling of an eye?
I hope to write a few pieces in this direction in the soon coming Legacy Series. I do not have the answers, I just have my thoughts to share. Stay tuned.

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