IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR SON
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP. IA AM NOT HERE. I DO NOT SLEEP. I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW. I AM THE DIAMOND GLINTS OF SNOW. I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAM. IA AM THE GENTLE AUTUMN'S RAIN WHEN YOU AWAKED IN THE MORNINGS' HUSH. I AM THE SWIFT UPLIGHTING RUSH OF QUIET BIRDS CIRCLED FLIGHT. I AM THE SOFT STARS THAT SINE AT NIGHT. DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY I AM NOT HERE I DID NOT DIE.