Memorial Day

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World War II Memorial Washington, DC

Remembering the women and men who died while serving their country with a poem this Memorial Day.

Do Not Stand By My Grave and Weep

By Mary Elizabeth Frye

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.

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Published by Sherry Harris

Sherry Harris is the author of the Agatha Award nominated Sarah Winston Garage Sale Mystery series and the Chloe Jackson Sea Glass Mystery series.

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  7. This same poem is on a plaque that friends of my brother gave to my Mom and Dad when my brother died in High School.

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  11. Without fail, every time I see or hear that poem, tears stream down my face. That’s not a difficult thing to make me do these days, but on a day of remembrance, it’s most profound.

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