Pet Memorial

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 in snow

I am the sunlight 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

RIP baby boy; you are loved.

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