Beloved wife, mother and grandmother
Please don't stand here at my grave and weep.
I am not here. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow:
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sun on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in morning's hush.
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of silent birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine each night.
So don't stand here and softly cry.
And mourn me not... I did not die.