Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
This is for you my little boy, Sillee…when I read the words,I could see you… jumping in the fields, playing, chasing after butterflies,ears twitching, legs ready to pounce…In life you were so free and wild…You had so much zest for life! always happy! always looking out for new adventures, always purring loudly..always preferring the crowds..always friendly.. always very vocal…had your own opinions! Always children-friendly! Always a bundle of joy!Always a pleasure to be with!
It has been truly blissful having you in my life…and to have been blessed to have held you in my arms, my little boy with the voice of an angel!
I miss you, my handsome boy, my Sillee,
| Sillee |
| 6, May 2008 |
| Wai-Lin (Cat) |