Baldwin Park, CA, USA
Thunder, the poem you've posted here was not written by your friend. It was written by a soldier in Ulster and found on his body, it was then read 6 years later by his father in 1995 on BBC tv. It is a wonderful poem and we are most glad when pieces as such are shared, but we cannot allow false credit to be given here.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 10-30-1999).]