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 stairs that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die.

To the most wonderful nana in the world, I’ll love you forever  xxxxx