Do not stand at my grave and weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye.
An early version, printed by others on postcards:
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 [...]

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Mom’s Words

Mother always told me,
“Love whoever you must
“But remember this, son,
“Be careful who you trust.
“A broken heart will mend,
“In time, it will heal;
“But once your trust is betrayed,
“It ne’er regains its zeal.”
I ‘ve lived Love and Trust,
Life tore each of them apart,
Now my mom’s words ring true,
In shattered trust and heart.

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Myself.

The swing I sat on when I was five
Gave me the greatest pleasure
I knew happiness as I swung
Thinking life was leisure
And the wind rushing against my face
Promised that it would last
Now I smile ruefully
When I remember that swing from my past.
Life is cruel just as it is kind,
And to be kind it needs to be [...]

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