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 starlight at night. DO not stand at grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.

I love you very much. How I miss you...my heart wrapped in white fur. Love, Momma (PJ)

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