Hey everyone,

It has been a few days since I have checked in with myself and I think it is because I am trying to keep it together. I have been rewatching Desperate Housewives over the last few weeks again and although I have seen it many times, it is such a great show. There was a scene where a tornado comes to Fairview and Ms McCluskey recites the poem below at the loss of her friend Ida Greenberg. I recognised immediately and it has been on my mind the last few days.

Thought I would share it below:

‘Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on the 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 soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.‘

It was originally published by Kansas native Clare Harner in the December 1934 issue of poetry magazine The Gypsy. There have been a few versions over the years.

I hope you all have a great day!

With love always,

Amina xo