In memory of my beautiful Mum

I've been thinking about my lovely Mum a lot lately - I always find Christmas and New Year a very reflective time - and I came across these beautiful words I wrote down a while ago. I'm not sure who the author is or where I found them, but they just seemed so perfect. So very Mum. Just how I know she would love to be remembered. Peace perfect peace.

Pinky blossom
Golden halo

We will not stand at your grave and weep,

For you are not there,

You do not sleep.

You are the thousand winds that blow,

You are the diamond glints on snow.

You are the sunlight on ripened grain,

You are the gentle autumn's rain.

When we awake in the morning's hush,

You are the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds circled flight,

You are the stars that shine at night.

We will not stand at your grave and cry,

For you are not there,

You did not die.