For your daughter...I love this poem....
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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'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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
** Author Unknown ** |