Felt the need to share this one...

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July's Poem

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This old Native American poem consoles the family who has lost a loved one.

I give you this one thought to keep - I am with you still - 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'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 think of me as gone - I am with you still - in each new dawn.

In loving memory of my mother - Rita Jones (1929 - 2004)