I Am Not There
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’s rain.
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Tag: Father
The Rest That Comes
What has it meant,
to live a life in such torment?
To agonize over what is lost,
has had a pricey cost.
What part of him is in me,
that I cannot set free,
he is gone forever,
I face a new endeavor.
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