    | Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room, I am the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die. |
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
in loving memory of
Jennifer
11/8/73 to 2/20/82
Rob
4/19/78 to 10/22/95
Aidan
3/4/80 to 11/17/95
Mark
2/26/72 to 3/3/96
for
Barbara & John and Lynn & Bob