Obituary: Penny Lewis

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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 sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

- Ashley Morris

In loving memory of Penny Lewis, a devoted daughter, mother, and friend.

September 21, 2010

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