Brother Death Poem By Mary Elizabeth Frye: Poem by mariyamah meiz

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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I'm Alive

Do not stand beside my grave and cry
Because I am not there
I am still alive

I'm the sunlight sparkling on the grains of wheat
I'm the cool ocean breeze in the summer's dense heat

I'm as free as the wind that makes the leaves quiver
And as alive as the water that rushes down the river

So do not miss me
Because I was never gone
I'm with you like the stars
That shine until dawn

So please
Do not stand beside my grave and cry
Because I am not there
I have not died


I wrote this poem to remind myself that no matter what we will always be connected to our loved ones. Wheather it'd be friends or family a bond can never be broken no matter what the distance looks like. I've dedicated it to my baby brother and his free spirit whom I know is with me where ever I go.