May God bless you and your...
Marco
Words cannot always express our feelings but I hope the poem gives you some comfort.
Do not stand by 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 rain.
When you awake in the mornings hush,
I am the swift upflinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flush.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my...
Maria Margaglio Pepi
December 29, 2007 | Pontida, Italy


