Marjorie (Mardie) Gribble (née Bird)

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 stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there,

I did not die…