Saturday, May 31, 2008

Uncle Mike

Its been almost a year. And I still think about you every time I work in my yard or talk about the woods.

Michael Gerlad Manlove-Rest in Peace
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 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 Frye
I will miss your hugs and the scent of woods on your skin.
Whenever the wind combs through my hair
I will think of you and know you are there.


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