We’ll miss you

grandma

 

Lucille Eleanor Blagg 1912 – 2008

My grandmother passed away today.  Much of the information on the Blagg family came from her memories.  She’ll be greatly missed.  She gave me many things throughout my life, including a love for language and poetry.  I think she’d have liked this one. 

 

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

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