Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

From my mother's notes, dated 7/19/2001

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 glint on the 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 qwuiet birds in circling flight
I am soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.

Anonymous