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 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 Elizabeth Frye She wrote this poem during the 1930's. Not much is known about her motive behind writng this poem.........but it has always been one of my favorite poems. Now that my mother is no longer with me, it means a lot more to me. The image above, is when I drew her from an old picture. In that picture, she was pregnant with me, and so I gave that to her for her birthday. WE both shared the same birthday. I remember that day like yesterday. We held each other tightly for a good five minutes, and it was sheer bliss.......:)) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It has been five years come this Thursday since I lost my mother to a car accident. When one is young, the idea of having someone you love, doesn't enter the mind. You think that they'd be here, always. But then you find out that as we get older, we start losing our loved ones, we lose our youth, we start to lose our energy and vigor, our physical appearance.............ET AL. If that doesn't shake people into shifting their focus from 'Outward Appearances' to focusing on forging their minds, hearts and souls to unlocking the secrets of life force within that will truly shine and showcase their beauty, their main accomplishment in life............thus becoming kinder, loving and more compassionate to one another. This open concrete jungle concentration camp, is NOT and has never been meant for humans or any other life form on...