Don't stand beside my grave and weep



 


Don't stand beside my grave and weep,
For I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am soft stars that shine at night,
Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
 
Melinda Sue Pacho
 
This poem was read by Karen McClusky "Welcome to Kanagawa" in 
Desperate Housewives season 4


 

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