"Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep"

by Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep
I am thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

I like this poem since it doesn't tackle on how death is so sad. It tackles on how a person will always stay with you, but not physically of course. When reading this poem, I feel sort of relieved since I have already experienced this thing. The good thing about this poem is it's true. When someone dies, just because you can't see them anymore doesn't mean that they'll be just an nonentity or what. The moments and the memories you shared with them will always be in your heart. Okay, cutting off the cheesy stuff, all in all I like this poem. So if ever I die (knock on wood!), I would like this to be engraved in my grave.

Thanks to Google for letting me find this poem and the picture above.