This poem was sent to me shortly after Cal passed.
I would like to Thank Gloria for the poem.


DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP. I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP.

I AM THE 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 WAKEN IN THE MORNING HUSH,

I AM THE SOFT 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.


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