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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
(13 November, 1905 - 15 September 2004 / Dayton, Ohio)

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Poem 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 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 soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

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i believe its actually nota sonnet as sonnets have 14 lines and this only has 12. nevertheless this is an extraordinary poem.
Cannot think of a more a better thing to say
Could not have chosen better words or a way to express at this event.
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May I share this poem on FB please? My daughter is hurting from her Daddy's recent passing. This just seems so fitting.Thank you.
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