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. - By Christina Rossetti

At the start of a lit class at uni 3 years ago, our teacher read this out to us, and we started sharing what this poem reminds us of...old friends, family, places. Was a good day..a rainy thursday morning. Now this poem reminds me of them , that day. And I wonder whether they remember to.