#16 Postby opera ghost » Wed Sep 17, 2003 10:35 am
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die …
Mary E.Frye 1932
This poem was a comfort when the cat of my childhood- Katycat passed away about 7 years ago... and I always held on to it- she was my best friend growing up as we moved around a lot.
It is now a comfort since my mother-in-law (Who was a true mother to me) passed away unexpectedly a few months ago... I hope it will be a small comfort to you as well.
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