In loving memory of our sister, Joan Cooper, who passed away July 10.

"I'm Not Here"

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 diamonds glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn's 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.