Sunday, November 19, 2006
for my family
and in honor of my aunt
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I do not die.
-Mary Frye, 1932
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thanks nicole.
it's a beautiful poem.
we will always remember your dear, sweet and gentle auntie nancy.
she will always live on in our heart and forever in our memory.
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