Poem

Written to my dad 5 days before my mom died....now I dug it out again for my Jarrett..
 
 
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, the diamond glints upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripend grain, I am the Autumns gentle rain.
When you waken on the mornings 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..