This poem, by Henry Alfred Dixon, was read at her graveside by her Granddaughter.
When I am gone from your side and all your tears have been dried 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 autumns rain When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night
And when you walk in the evening hours and catch the aroma of beautiful flowers There'll be no need to sob and cry I am not there, I did not die.
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