The following is one of my favorite poems.

Personally, I feel the poem speaks as much about the

living as it does the dead. Who we really are is apart
of everything that exists, has existed and is yet to
come.
I hope you enjoy :)

~ At My Grave
~
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 glint on
snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened
grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the
morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling 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.

Mary E. Frye (1932)