Do not stand at my grave and weep

In Memorium (to my mom)

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 rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. 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. by, elizabeth frye,1932. having a memorial service for her next week at nursing home in Catskill she died at. Keep my family and her in your prayers. thanks.