Viper Squad Ten

[ Sunday, July 08, 2007 ]

[purely as a personal record]
Starbuck [18:21] Comments: 1 []
 
My reading from my Grandma's funeral
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 sun 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.


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Comment by Anonymous Kevin, at July 31, 2007 11:59 pm  :

I'm sorry to hear about your Grandma passing on and really enjoyed the poem.

Kev


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