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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

I had to do this for english - the stimulus was a poem called 'Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep'

“Mary, please don’t go” Michael cried, holding Mary’s frail hand, tears crawling down his face. “I need you, you’re my roots that hold me to the ground and yet you were the hands that set me free.”

“Do not stand at my grave and weep, Michael. I will not be there. I will be on the thousand winds that blow; I will be in the diamond glints of the snow. I will be in the sunlight warming your face and in the gentle autumn rain.” Mary said softly to her husband.

“But Mary…” he protested

“I will be at peace in the morning rush and in the soft stars at night. Michael do not stand at my grave and cry, I will not be there, I won’t have died” to which she closed her eyes and breathed her last breath in silence, as Michael released her hand from his strong grip, finally realising the truth of her words.

At the funeral the next week no one sobbed or cried, they all just remembered the happy life that Mary had lived as the morning breeze kissed their cheeks as Mary said her goodbyes.

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