[Adrienne]

Originally Posted by beccawarne

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 sun 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.

This poem helps me every day it sounds like something matt would of written himself. Miss u Matt ur little sisxx

to you Becca and Annonafox,

Lovely poem of comfort ~

Thinking of you and remember, our loved ones are always & forever in our hearts ! ♥

blessings,
Dream Angel xx