Anthony A. Marcozzi
May 2, 1927 - January 23, 2004
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one
I'd like to leave an afterglow
When day is gone
I'd like to leave an echo
down the ways,
Of happy times, laughing times
of bright and sunny days
I'd like the tears of those that grieve
to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave
when life is done
Do Not Weep
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there... I did not die.
~ Mary Frye (1932)