May God bless you and your...
Joan, William, Ruth, and Robert,
Please know that our thoughts and prayers are with you. This poem was read for my mother and father. May it bring you comfort as it has done for me.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful...
Tory Yeatman
May 08, 2012 | Montross, VA


