Brother Death Poem

Based on this poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye:

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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

I'm Alive

© Abigale
Do not stand beside my grave and cry
Because I am not there
I am still alive

I'm the sunlight sparkling on the grains of wheat
I'm the cool ocean breeze in the summer's dense heat

I'm as free as the wind that makes the leaves quiver
And as alive as the water that rushes down the river

So do not miss me
Because I was never gone
I'm with you like the stars
That shine until dawn

So please
Do not stand beside my grave and cry
Because I am not there
I have not died


I wrote this poem to remind myself that no matter what we will always be connected to our loved ones. Wheather it'd be friends or family a bond can never be broken no matter what the distance looks like. I've dedicated it to my baby brother and his free spirit whom I know is with me where ever I go.

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Published: Sep 2008

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  • I had recently lost my brother on valentines day, and had found out it's due to negligence of the hospital. I've been having a really hard time dealing with it. I read your poem, and it brought a big smile to my face, because that is how I will think of my little brother that he is now in heaven!!!! Thank You.

    Veronica, Wabeno, Wisconsin Submitted Aug 2011
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  • My story is my pain, for I know others have theirs too. I feel such pain for them. I am an older male, I raised my two sons, then 10 and 13 since 1977 when I divorced. My sons grew to men, the youngest married and had 2 sons. My oldest son worked hard and mostly lived at home. In April of 1994 he turned 30, a big man with a big heart. Early in the morning of May 2nd 1994 we talked and said good night, he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek said I love you dad, went to bed. I found my beloved son dead in the bathroom at 7 am, his heart gave out and the mess in the room, I pray no other parent ever sees. Too fast too soon. I thank God for my other son, and all the support from family and friends, or I don't think I would have made it. I lost an older sister at the age of 48, died the same way. 1995-1996 lost a sister 60, a niece 60 and her brother 59, two brother-in-laws. things were quiet until 2006 to now 2012, sister, brother, brother, sister 94, [nephew & wife] nephew 30, sister .

    James Piquette, Oak Creek, Wisconsin Submitted Jun 2012
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  • I feel your pain. I was coming home from school when my mother told me that my uncle was going to pick me up from my house to take me to the hospital because my brother was admitted. My brother had Cerebral Palsy since he was born so every sickness was risky with him. I sat in the hospital waiting room and my mother and uncle came out saying that if his condition didn't improve, they would take him off life support. This crushed me and still haunts me to this day and its been almost five years! The vision still haunts me watching him take his last three shallow breaths and passing on with a smile on his face.

    Alexander Roe Submitted 9/10/2012
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  • 1 year ago today.....I lost my 7 year old brother in an accident. He fell off of a swing, and died instantly, it also happened to be my parents wedding anniversary. We knew that this day ( the anniversary of his death) was coming, and we were prepared. I miss him so much and I know he is my sons guardian angel. I love and miss you little brother, more than you will ever know. xxxx

    Crystal, Edmonton,Alberta,Canada Submitted 9/12/2012
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  • A month ago I was coming home from school and people were surrounding the corner there was my 15 year old brother shot to death 10 times. He passed away even though it's only been a month I miss him so much we were so close. He died in my arms.

    Naomi Submitted 9/22/2012
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