I think my mother may be dying

[Xmailer9]

all the best, grant.

[ebendl]

I read this poem (first sang it in a choral work) shortly after my mom died:

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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_...grave_and_weep