They read this peom at my best friend's memorial

[BlackenedRose*]

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 glint on fallen snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in morning flight,
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

[BlackenedRose*]

i am trying to find one for the anniversary, which is soon. Does anyone know it? It begins;

Death is not death, I have merely gone into the next room.

It is quite appropriate because the walls are thin and sometimes he leaves the door open.

[hedge*]

BlackenedRose that is beautiful!!!!

I don't know the one you're looking for though, have you tried doing a search for it?


hedge

[BlackenedRose*]

on Google...? yeah, nothing.

[hedge*]

I will see if I can find it for you.


hedge

[darkestlight*]

that poem brings lots of memories my mom read it at my granpa's funeral. It reminds me of him everytime i hear it but it is a very pretty poem.

[BlackenedRose*]

it's his anniversary on 9th March. a girl in my year is going to sing at assembly and we're all going to wear pink ribbon. pink being a zany colour that reflects him. please, please, please always wear a bike hat when you're cycling. I know you look a [censored] but I prefer being a [censored] to being dead.

x..Emma..x