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.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
Michaela Russo
4 comments:
My sincere condolences
John,
God Bless you all,
May the road rise to meet you
Cyn
That was so beautiful. My daughter Kaelyn and her were friends. SHE WAS A REMARKABLE AND AMAZING LITTLE GIRL!
Lauren Morrow
Leetsdale, Pennsylvania
John,
Y'all are in our thoughts and prayers.
Chip N0WKR
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