Simba by Barbara


" Simba "

Oct. 10 1998

Golden Retriever

" In Memory of my beloved Simba"


Do not stand on my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond's 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 circle flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there. I did not die.


From his mommy,

Bárbara Campos