Ruth Gendron

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My Beautiful Irish Lass
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
that glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on
ripened grain,
I am the gentle rain
when you awaken.
In the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of gentle birds
in circling flight.
I am the soft star
that shines at night.
Do not stand at
my grave and cry,
I am not there -
I did not die.
~ Love you Forever ~

Published in The Gazette on Aug. 1, 2018