Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

[George Kirikos <gkirikos@xxxxxxxxx>]

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep
(by Mary Elizabeth Frye)

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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there -- I do not die.

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/2670.html 

My condolences to you.

Sincerely,

George Kirikos
http://www.kirikos.com/