Do not stand ...
Do not stand there 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 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand there at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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My Dad
My dad is one of those special
dads that every kid dreams about.
He loves me unconditionally.
And for this I have no doubt.
My daddy loves to spend time
with me no matter what it is I do.
And I seem to have much more
fun when I can count on two.
He is the person that can cheer
me up when I am feeling sad.
He is my friend and my teacher
and I am proud to call him Dad.
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