The following is one of my favorite poems.Personally, I feel the poem speaks as much about theliving as it does the dead. Who we really are is apartof everything that exists, has existed and is yet tocome.
I hope you enjoy :)
~ At My Grave~
Do not stand at my graveand weepI am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds thatblowI am the diamond glint onsnow.I am the sunlight on ripenedgrainI am the gentle autumn rain.