Friday, April 29, 2011

a poem for him.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I 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 rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine 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 bereft,
I am not there. I have not left.

~I am going to miss you oh so much Grandpa Carl. I have such wonderful memories of you and hold each and every one of them dear and close to my heart.~
Love you always,
Your girl... Maggie Amanda

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