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Saturday, 09 February 2013 02:25

In Loving Memory of Michael Filpo

Dedicated to the loving memory of my cousin Michael Filpo

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP


Michael Filpo page brake

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the 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 awake 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 by my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Michael Filpo page brake

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Published in Life