This is a poem called “Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep” by Steven Cummins which I had penned down somewhere and mislaid. I came across it suddenly today while flipping through the pages of a notebook and thought I’d share it…
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 stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
A really beautiful poem…I think Mansa will agree.
Cheers to Life! 
that was a beautiful poem.. thanks for sharing keep smiling 🙂
u been a student of Litr?
Not specifically a student of literature, it was a subject in school and I really enjoy reading so thats why I like it. What abt you?
Jubba dats my favourite poem!!! D one ur spsd to read at my funeral….rmmbr!!! This is so weird!!
ok i just read d poem not the rest of it….oh n the poem was written by this World War II soldier who died at war….
Moving.
That is a beautiful poem hons, that's how i would like to be remembered : ) love u…