Do not cry for me you ungrateful children

Written by: Annie Lander

Do not stand on my grave and weep 
My adult children: you see 
I was alive for 92 years, 
You never came to visit or act like you care 
I was there, I never move away 
I was the one who put food on the table 
Cloth you, during the rough days 

I shield you from the harsh reality in this world 
The world in which I must now leave 

Loneliness, heartbreak and man-made diseases 
While the wet snow creep in my old brown boot 
I count all seven of you. 
As you sip your bowls of soups 
I was there, I never made a move. 
Do not stand at my grave and weep 

For thirty years my offspring avoid me 
An evening of Psalm and Hymns 
Would never make amends; 
it’s thee end of my journey 

Do not stand at my grave and cry. 
Go shelter from the rain. 
let the cloud weep for me 
while the rivers and ravens shown solidarity. 
Do horses mind the rain/storms? 

Do not stand at my grave and weep 
The fog surround my grave like a white woven drape 
No more prays, no more tears.