The obituary notice of Samantha COLLINS

We will never forget your smile and witty sense of humour, Sam. You left an inprint in our hearts, sweet soul. I thought you would like this poem...

Do not stand at my grave and weep'
Mary Elizabeth Frye

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.