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.
They read this peom at my best friend's memorial
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oh
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.
Lora
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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
x..Emma..x