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.
"Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep,"
a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye- 1932
In Loving memory of my dearest God Mother -with love Sandraxx
Sandra Markham
06/02/2026
