While Sydney may be gone physically from our lives, he lives on in the great memories we built, in our hearts and forever in our soul. Here is a poem that reflects very well on how I view the loss of a loved one, especially a loyal and loving companion such as Sydney & Shayla. I'm not sure who wrote this poem, but I heard it after my grandmother passed away and I have always loved it since. I will be writing a poem myself in the near future that will signify my love for Sydney and Shayla.
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 in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grains,
I am the gentle autumn rains.
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 at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die. |
