Saturday, March 7, 2009

While Waiting for Thee

Don't weep at my grave,
For I am not there,
I've a date with a butterfly
To dance in the air.
I'll be singing in the sunshine,
Wild and free,
Playing tag with the wind,
While I'm waiting for thee.
Author unknown

1 comment:

Keri said...

what a SWEET little poem... it is a beautiful way to comfort us!