Missed - not forgotten:

And when my life on earth is done,
it will be my final plea:

Let someone, somewhere think or say:
"You made a difference to me."

Keda Bueth

"Charmy":
1960 - 1972

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 ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.  I did not die.

 

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