I Miss My Mother
My mother and me could never click the way she and my brother clicked. Yet I miss her.
After her death I got her Bible. In it I found a piece of paper with the following in her handwriting...
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 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 thought I would share it with all of you, because every time I read it, it makes me feel better...
After her death I got her Bible. In it I found a piece of paper with the following in her handwriting...
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 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 thought I would share it with all of you, because every time I read it, it makes me feel better...
By:
Benmica
Age:
56-60
,
Male
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