"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 on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die."
Our lives are so far distant from each other it’s as if neither of us exists. I will never know you. Even though you will give birth to her, my daughter may never know you as well. But I want you to know I will guard her like a lion. I will raise her with love. I will protect her from the wounds of loneliness. She will be a child of two lands and she will wear that knowledge with pride. And at night we will call to you on the wind and perhaps you will hear us and know she is safe.