by Mary Frye [1932]
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 sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
=)aww.. what a nice poem. It just makes you think about death in all aspects.
Beautiful poem, and so true too. Dropping by to say hi and hope you and your whole family are doing well.
Sachi! We’ve all moved to Quezon City, miss Baguio so much…
My gosh it’s been ages! How are you? Graduated? Still play the violin? Still in Baguio?
Haha andami kong tanong.
♥, DQ