Do Not Weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

-Mary Frye

R.I.P to a man that I wish I could have known better.  I hope he finally found the peace that he wanted in his life.  A toast to the fallen man on this day.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Do Not Weep.

    • Sarah
      The poem you posted was wanderful. It was very good of you to pay tribute to Uncle Nek. I appreciate your poem very much. Thank you. I love you very much.

      Grampa

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s