Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by 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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

(Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!)

For Sarah 'Sadie' Donnelly. 6/2/32 - 25/12/11. Cantankerous and stubborn besom at times, but the most caring person you could meet and a wonderful friend and mum.

The world just became a little bit less special. xxx