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