"Immortality" by Clare Harner 1934

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.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Above is the version published in The Gypsy of December 1934

(page 16), under the title "Immortality" 

and followed by the author's name and location:

"CLARE HARNER, Topeka, Kan."[1]: 424 

The indentation and line breaks are as given there. 

 

Photo taken: Bee Porteous, 1.09pm, August 19, 2024.

Delicate, open bell-shaped pink flowers Azelea/Rhododendron

'Abundance of Beauty' -

'A beauty that blossoms abundantly and without reserve'. 

"Flowers and Their Messages" - The Mother

 

Blessings For Bobby

 

One day before yesterday

you gently passed away.

Your soul left in a second, 

so your glorious running, playing,

eating and now sleeping body is resting.

 

Yet, still I see you playing 'chasey'

or in your favorite tunnel nest

under the old lilac tree

with your toys and pixies

peeping through the strappy leaves

where tall blue lilies will always be.

Us always walking around together,

picking posies and sniffing flowers will be

my happiest memory.

Little Bobby Sweetheart,

everyone loved your super happy smile,

your joy, your play will always stay,

as your deeply gentle fondness

was shining brightly every day.

 

Best friends from the start,

Bobby, you will always be in my heart.

Always in my heart.

Bobby - November 2010 to July 5, 2024

(Written July 7, 2024, titled One Day Before Yesterday)