anni

Anni was a special friend, even though we never met. We lost her over a year ago - despite her battle for life. Anni never failed to make an impact on anyone with whom she had contact - many of us taking her for granted until she wasn't there anymore. I add this poem for Anni and everyone who has suffered a loss:

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 the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning's hush,
I am the uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine by night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.