The beautiful Jade (Goody) Tweed.
(5 June 1981 – 22 March 2009)
Angels don't always have wings.
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 up flying of quiet birds in
Circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines
At night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
2 comments:
what a beautiful poem. It is so so so sad that someone so young can lose their life. sometimes I have to wonder what is wrong with the world
The world does have a lot of things that I would like to change, bernthis. But the world has a lot of good in it too.
Although life was cruel many times for Jade, look what she did for her kids, her family and even her fans. Even though she must have felt like giving up she never did.
Some have been critical of her and of those who made deals with her to publish her last weeks and days in the media. But she has secured a good financial start for her boys.
Any parent who was in her position, with her opportunities and strength would have done the same.
We have to try and look to our strengths and the beauty the world has to offer.
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