I wrote this poem a couple of yearrs ago but thought it would be perfect for Mother's day and good to re-share it for those that haven't seen it before. Oh, and of course, you can also find this poem in my new book 'Rhymes of the Times. #cleaning #cooking #cry #humour #kids #laugh #lullaby #Mum #poem #sleep
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am 1000 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 mornings hush I am 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.
losing a child has no words to explain the devastation