|Barked: Sat Jul 8, '06 1:55pm PST |
|A Poem for the Grieving . . .
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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
found in an article that is helpful with going through the stages of grief.
Saying Goodbye to a Pet
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