One of my favorite poems. I've been thinking of sharing it with

[Road Scholar]

a friend who just lost her mother. What do you think? Should I? Tacky?

Do Not Weep
Mary E.Frye 1932

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 wake in the morning 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.

[applegrove]

1. I like it. Sure share it. It is the thought that counts even if they do not love

the poem.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear In_Transit...

This is one of my all-time favorites...

Do share...

I've always thought this was so damn lovely...

It's not one little bit tacky, IMHO...

Safe passage to the mother of your friend...:hug:

[Elidor]

3. Beautiful and perfect

I want that on my stone. Our culture's concept of death is so flawed, so damaged and unhealthy.

[mikita]

4. Always loved it -- Always will

I have this one written in a special book I keep, but I did not know the author (probably wrote it long before I knew of Google)... So thanks, I've just updated it with the author's name.

:hi:

Sympathy to your friend for her loss.

[khashka]

5. OK, mine

There are two of them.

Silvia Plath - Mad Girl's Love Song.

"I should have loved a Thunderbird instead.
At least they come back again."


eecumings:

"I would rather learn from one bird how to sing
Than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance"


Of course I'm only quoting the parts that are important to me. And badly, at that.


Khash.