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A poem for you from Jasmine:
I AM NOT THERE
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's rain.
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.
Various sources attribute this poem to the one of the following authors:
(A) Mary Frye
(B) Joyce Fossen
(C) An unknown member of the Hobi Native American Tribe
Have fun at the Bridge, beautiful Jasmine.
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Rest well, dear Jasmine. I too have been privileged to be loved by two collie boys when I was younger, both of whom have passed on now, at the ages of 12 and 13. I think of them still, constantly, and I miss them sorely.
Jasmine was a beautiful girl, thanks for sharing her picture, and my very deepest sympathies for the loss of your beloved girl.
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thank you
thank you Albea for the beautiful poem, it brought tears to my eyes. There is such an emptiness around here, you can really feel a difference. Sandy, our golden retriever seems so sad. It breaks my heart. The other day I put the puppies in the pen that I usually used for Sandy and Jazzy and let Sandy have free roam, and she just layed down outside the pen to be near them instead of just roaming around. I think she is really missing Jazzy.:(
