Tuesday, September 13, 2011

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 the snow. I am the sunlight that ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.
 Remembering Babci 1917-2011

1 comment:

  1. So sorry about Babci. I'm honored to have had the opportunity to meet her a few times while visiting 'Cuse. Rest in Peace!