She Wouldn’t Want Me Weeping…

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!

-Mary Frye-

G.I. BING

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2 comments

  1. Meeya · February 27, 2008

    perhaps this indeed is what she would have wanted. *hugs*

    she really wouldn’t want me crying, meeya. and i tried to hold it for days, as my family needed me to be strong. pero ang hirap din pala…

  2. somethingpurple · March 6, 2008

    I am a silent lurker, that poem made me cry. Cyberhugs.

    http://em.wifespeaks.com
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    thanks for the hug, emillie. that’s much appreciated. and thanks for taking time to visit my blog and reading my entries. i so love the poem myself, as it constantly reminds me that life does not end in death. God bless and big warm hugs to you as well 😉

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