BABBETTE
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’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Please stand not at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Always in our Hearts,
| Babbette |
| 18, July 1993 |
| Tami and Dennis Buckley |