Dear Remember:........

this was a clipping out of a newspaper my great grandma had apparently cut out one day,, and when my grandma showed it to me i just had to post it........please read,rate,and comment....thank you....--*in loving memory of my great-grandmother Velma*--

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 gentile autumn's 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die.

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