Going to Miss your jokes and laughter my friend xx
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1000 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 mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet 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.
Karen Sharpe:
02/12/2010