Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

(Attended a funeral today and I was not sad.)

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

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 diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun 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.

~~~~~~~~~~"

We did not stand on her grave and weep.
We just stood there and wave goodbye.
For she lived a happy life
Up to ninety and six.

- Ghostwise