Kel Simoon Azawakhs

Those We've Loved and Lost

Do Not Stand At My Grave

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
For 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, 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.

Anonymous (attributed to Mary Frye 1932)