Crystal Owen

Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep- I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning's hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry- I am not there, I did not die. Loving mom to Jimmy,Michael,Brandy,Ryan Good night mama we love you to the moon and back and beyond xoxo ttys mama xoxo 😘 💖