Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

This poem was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932. This was her only poem. She wasn't credited as the author of it until her obituary appeared in The Times, revealing her as the owner of this uplifting expression of life and death.