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 star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
I'm sorry to hear of your loss, Cin. But you have done a great deal to keep him alive and i think, even in that brief period, Lucky has lived a great life; being cared and loved by people like you.
ReplyDelete* taking of my glasses and wiping tears. I feel you.
ReplyDelete((((hugs)))))
ReplyDeleteHuhu. Oh, Lucky. RIP. You are free from all pain now Lucky.
ReplyDeleteHugs moi.