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In Memorium (to my mom)
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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken 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 did not die.
by elizabeth frye,1932.
having a memorial service for her next week at nursing home in Catskill she died at.. Keep my family and her in your prayers. thanks.
In Memorium (to my mom)
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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken 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 did not die.
by elizabeth frye,1932.
having a memorial service for her next week at nursing home in Catskill she died at.. Keep my family and her in your prayers. thanks.
