I Am Not There

 

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.

 

 

 

To my beloved grandma.

Today she would be 100 years old.

 

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4 Responses to I Am Not There

  1. smilecalm says:

    beautifully
    she live on
    in your being there 🙂

  2. I just loved the second image, the lonely boat 🙂

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