I have known this poem for years and years and it has always brought me comfort in the many times that I have lost someone dear to me. I hope it does the same for you xx Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep (1932) Mary Frye 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 the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. I am the gentle breeze whispering through your hair. I am the butterfly that fans your cheek, gently reminding you I am near. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die!