In memory of Hailey “Bailey” Weiland and Logan Beckwith

who passed away three years ago

August 17th, 2010

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

We are not there, we do not sleep

We are a thousand winds that blow

We are the snow on the mountain’s rim,

We are the laughter in your eyes

We are the sand at the waters edge

We are the sunlight on ripened grain,

We are the gentle autumn rain,

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

We are the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled light.

We are the stars that shine at night,

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

We are not there, we did not die.

I will always love

and miss you both.

Give your Mommy a hug and kiss and tell her

I love her.