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)