Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation

 
Do not stand at my grave and weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
1905 - 2004

Many condolences were left for Rob on the death of his mother. Two friends left the above poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. This is a quite lovely expression of bereavement and it's a poem that I have requested to be read at my own memorial. Please mention Rob and Sam in your prayers. His Mama is at peace.
posted by HCL at 8:23 PM