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Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

As I approach the anniversary of my dad’s Passing.

My dad loved the sea.

The only thing I can turn to for comfort is that other thing I love, poetry.

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 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!)

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Author:

I live in picturesque Devon with my husband and our cocker spaniel. Living by the sea inspires me to write. My books are available on Amazon and most online bookshops. If you would like an author signed copy, I post to the U.K only. Postage rates will be added to the cost of the book(s). More about me here: https://about.me/caz_greenham