IN MEMORY OF DEPARTED COMRADES
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's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die in vain
as long as my sacrifice is not forgotten.
-author unknown
Thank you for sharing this poem, it is very touching.
ReplyDeleteI agree- very touching. What a perfect Veteran's Day post.
ReplyDeletePerfect Rosemary.
ReplyDeletewow. that's awesome poetry. thank you.
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