Mercy (mercscilla) wrote,

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Today would be the 93rd birthday of my grandma if she was still alive. She died 13 years ago from cancer and I miss her terrible. I found this poem a long time ago and it reminds me of her, my Guardian Angel. She's always here with me and my mom. She was our rock on which we could lean on when we needed to and she helped us whenever we needed her. You were the best grandma ever.
We miss you, Margie. I hope you and grandpa have fun up there. Someday we will be together again.

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 rain

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the soft uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled light

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

Tags: st. mercy: family
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