Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Tone Tone
I love you. This is your wife Caitlin. I wrote a poem for you;
Do not stand at my grave and weap.
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 sun light on the ripened grane,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush...
of quiet birds in circles 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.
