Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

[Halifax1948]

A young soldier from Portsmouth left this poem to his parents when he died. He is buried in Kingston Cemetery in Portsmouth.


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 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.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

[bomber]

What a lovely poem, very apt for today, thank you for posting it

[ELAINE]

What a beautiful Poem.....I will keep a copy

[greengategirl]

That is awesome.

[broomy]

[ned]

But weep we do.