In Memory of Dorothy V. Smith 09/1/1914 - 07/27/2011 I Did Not Die 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 of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle authum's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift upllifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.