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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled 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.
Don’t cry for me today, I wouldn’t want it this way. Be strong and smile, for you will see me in a while. I know
Mother, as I walk through the journey of life, I remember. I remember how you helped me to grow with love, truth, and honesty. I
This poem by W.H. Auden is a popular choice for funerals and can be recited in memory of a dad, mum or granddad or nan.
This poem of grief for a woman’s death was written by Oliver Wright in remembrance of his own mother, but the beautiful words make it
