Post by OtisAnn on Apr 23, 2005 12:26:43 GMT -5
I did'nt stand at your grave and weep,
I know your not there you do not sleep.
Your a thousand winds that blow your
the diamond glints on snow.
Your the sunlight on ripened grain.
Your the autumn's rain.
when I awaken in the moening's hush,
your the swify uplifing rush.
Of quiet birds in circled fight.
Your the soft stars that shine at night.
I do not stand at your grave and cry;
because your not there you did not die.
I love you grandmother.
From me Dorothy Ann Darrough.
I know your not there you do not sleep.
Your a thousand winds that blow your
the diamond glints on snow.
Your the sunlight on ripened grain.
Your the autumn's rain.
when I awaken in the moening's hush,
your the swify uplifing rush.
Of quiet birds in circled fight.
Your the soft stars that shine at night.
I do not stand at your grave and cry;
because your not there you did not die.
I love you grandmother.
From me Dorothy Ann Darrough.