Well I didn't expect to make another emotional post after the one below, but today's blog prompt fom Shimelle was a favourite poem. This poem was read by my brother at mum's funeral and the words give me some comfort when I think about her.
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.
Apologies to anyone visiting my blog for the first time - I'm not usually this maudlin!