Brooke's Story, Do Not Forget Me
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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
{{{Rest in Peace Brooke}}}
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Heartfelt thank you to Karen Lovy for sponsoring Brooke's memorial
Brooke's Story, Do Not Forget Me
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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
{{{Rest in Peace Brooke}}}
(ยฏ'vยดยฏ)
'*.ยธ.*ยด
ยธ.โขยด ยธ.โข*ยจ)ยธ.โข*ยจ)
(ยธ.โขยด(ยธ.โข(ยธ.โข(ยธยธ.โขยจยฏ'โข.ยธยธ.
Heartfelt thank you to Karen Lovy for sponsoring Brooke's memorial