In Memory of Wraith

Steven Arthur Hoffman
May 26, 1954 - Jan. 23, 1993

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 softly falling 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 circling flight,
I am in the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

(Adapted from a poem by Mary E. Frye, 1932)

For Patrick, Jhared, and Jordan, the little dragons