Do not stand at my grave and weep mommy,
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly fallen snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush,
Of beautiful birds in a circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night,
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sang,
I am in each lovely thing.
So mommy do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there,
I do not die.

I love you my darlin Shanna and don't cry because I know where ever I go
you are always with me in spirit and in our hearts. We sure do miss you our Little Angel.

Love Momma, Nana, Papa, Keiley, Emily