Kirsten MichelleDo not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow, EbyI am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain,I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush,I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flight,I am the star shine of the night.I am in the flowers that bloom,I am in a quiet room.I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there. I did not die. 3-29-86 6-14-11
To the living, I am goneTo the sorrowful, I will never returnTo the angry, I was cheatedBut to the happy, I am at peaceAnd to the faithful, I have never left
You can close your eyes and pray that shewill come backOr you can open your eyes and see all thatshe has leftYour heart can be empty because you cantsee herOr you can be full of the love that yousharedYou can turn your back on tomorrow andlive yesterdayOr you can be happy for tomorrowbecause of yesterdayYou can remember her and only that she isgoneOr you can cherish her memory and let itlive onYou can cry and close your mind, beempty and turn your backOr you can do what she would want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
God saw you getting tiredand a cure was not to beso he put his arms around youand whispered,"Come to Me"With tearful eyes we watched youand saw you pass awayand although we love you dearlywe could not make you stay.A Golden heart stopped beatinghard working hands at rest.God broke our hearts to prove to usHe only takes the best