Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep was a sweet, soothing book of poetry, and the illustrations within made it even better. In fact, I heard the birds chirp and fly away in flocks, and heard the winds blow and the raindrops pitter-patter on puddles as I read through the book in a warm and sunny side of the world.
It was also a quick read – 2 minutes, exactly, so I read it a few more times to enjoy the soothing, sad-happy feeling it immersed me in.
The poem wasn’t heartbreaking at all; in fact it felt quite uplifting. It was written by an author who is still unknown to this day. The only thing we know about him is that he was a soldier and he had left this poem for his loved ones before he was killed by an exploding mine near Londonderry in 1989. These were simple, raw emotions of a stranger, so I don’t think I can put a specific rating or stars on it.
“Do not stand at my grave and weep –
I’m not there,
I do not sleep.”
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