I did not die.

Do not stand by my grave & weep,

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am a diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift up-flinging rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star that shine's at night.

Do not stand by my grave & cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.

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My brother died the day before thanksgiving last year & this poem was said @ his funneral & I thought it was beautiful so I just wanted to submit it.

My Brother would have been 19 today....

R.I.P. Matthew Lawrence Roberson.
1-11-86 ~ 11-24-04.
"You're NEVER Promised Tomorrow"