JEWELS AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW

 

Unfortunately there comes a time when we have to let

our loved one's go.

However hard  it maybe it  for us,

is the last act of kindness

we can offer if required to our faithful friends.

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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 circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die