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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
By Author Elizabeth Frye.
Bonus Poem:
IF You Can.
If you can keep your head up at all times,when things are going wrong.
You may survive life learning lessons of trials and tribulation.
If you can overcome the tragedies of losing a loved one.
And still manage to be sane and kind.
You may see the light at the end of your pain.
If you can still stand up with courage on your own.
When things are going wrong, you may learn,
what it means to be strong and courageous.
If you can survive other people madness.
By, pausing for a minute.
Thinking first before reacting.
Muting out the negative , while still keeping a positive vibe.
If you can, tell yourself.
Be Confident.
Be Funny.
Be Wise .
Be Determined.
Be Motivated.
Be Humble.
Be Compassionate.
Be you?
By Author Bernadine Feagins
Philly News 