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 glint on snow,
...I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet
birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night..."
I love you Dad.
Mandy