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.
~ We are as the wings of a butterfly, bound together with the love of God
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Beautiful poem!