We found this poem in grandma's bible and it was read at her grave side.
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 diamonds glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripen green.
I am the autumn’s gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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 do not die.
Mary Frye (1932)
