Do not stand ...

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 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.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Years ago, when you couldn't just look things up on the internet, I used to have a little notebook where I copied down my favourite poems. This week's challenge at CD Sunday (Poetry Corner) made me think of revisiting this idea, but this time with all the advantages of digital crafting.  

This is probably the most digital project I've ever done - it was all made in Craft Artist, printed off and stuck onto some 8 x8 cardstock.

The photo is of my parents, who died in 2001 (dad) and earlier this year (mum), and I know that, like me, many people find this poem very touching.

As well as CD Sunday, I'd also like to enter this for the 'anything but a card in autumn colours' challenge at Quirky Crafts.