In
Loving Memory of
our Mother
Judy
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's rain.
When
you awaken in the morning's hush;
I
am the swift rush of quite birds in circled flight.
I
am the soft star that shines at night.
Do
not stand at my grave and cry.
I
am not there, I did not die.
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