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...
Benmica Benmica
56-60, M
2 Responses Jul 18, 2012

Beautiful :)

I know that poem, it's lovely, and I believe it. I know how you feel. I had many conflicts with my mom in my youth, but she dominated my life and my thoughts.. In many ways I couldn't imagine my life without her. When she died I was crushed. She seemed invincible and I believed she would live to be 100 like her father, but when I moved away she pined after me and died. I miss her so much, and grieve, so I understand. You don't have to be close mind to love deeply.