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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. (Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die! Mary Frye (1932) I would like to think he is the love in your brush strokes. Peace to you dearest Sisty.
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I have to admit I have no idea who this guy is... Some art person I dont know of?? Help with an explanation please..
My son.
I am sorry Gardenia...
You made a beautiful portrait of him.
Thanks for showing us.
Big hugs...
its a very good piccy u did n he looks liek u
xx
I knew right away that this was your son.
It's beautiful. Thank you for sharing :)
Hugs xx
When did you do this fabulous portrait? I am so sorry. What a horrific loss that I have no idea the avalanche of grief that must hit you.
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
I would like to think he is the love in your brush strokes.
Peace to you dearest Sisty.
It's a beautiful portrait, Gardenia.
Thanks for sharing the protrait with us, Gardenia. It's beautiful.
Wow... What a great portrait of him. Those are the same wonderful eyes I remember when he was a little boy. He has a sweetness about him.
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