Thursday, April 22, 2010

In Memory

Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.

I am not there. I did not die
It's been 2 years since my mom has died,
it's hard to count all the tears I've cried... 
The longing to see her again hasn't ceased
I miss her more every day.
Love you mom

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Happy Birthday Mom