NOT FOR A LONG TIME YET

When the time comes. And it will come sooner or later. Say this in my memory.

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE

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 sunlight on the ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the soft 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.

Mary Elizabeth Fry 1932

And don't be too surprised if you catch me out of the corner of your eye. I'll be the one smiling like the Cheshire Cat.