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.

Anon.

Ive always thought this poem was amazing

This is very, very beautiful. Thank you for putting it up here.

I have seen this poem in many places and i hope 'springtime' doesnt mind me bringing it to the top of the posts for Baggins.

I did this version for my Mothers ulogy

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing
I am in each gentle thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Author: Mary E. Frye (formerly attributed to Native American sources).

and these lyrics on her resting place
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

This was read out at my friends babies funeral by his Grandfather, I still cannot read it without sobbing my heart out. It is beautiful.