Why you did what you
did
Nobody knows.
All that is left now
is the sorrow cry
of crows.
I visit you often
never saying a word,
and listen for things
never before heard.
The tears that fall
flow like a stream.
Why, oh why, can't
this
just be a horrible
dream.
As I think back
to the way you were.
I ask myself if the
decision you made
was the right one
for sure.
It has been a year
since that day.
And again I find myself
standing where you
lay.
As the warm rains
begin to fall,
I realize the key
to getting over the
loss,
is what I always hear
you whisper to me:
"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 rains.
When you awaken
in the morning's
hush,
I am the swift
uplifting rush,
of quiet birds
in circled flight.
And I am the soft
stars
that shine at night.
So do not stand
at my grave
and cry,
I am not there.
I did not die."
This poem was written by: Tiffany Ginn
on 11 Dec 1996
In memory of her friend Jeremy.
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