May God bless you and your...
Sean and Amy
I am sorry to hear about the Loss of your Mother. I want to share a poem that I hope will bring you both some comfort...
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 sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
July 06, 2010 | Quincy, MA