Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow,
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain,
I am in the morning push,
I am in the graceful rush,
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star line of the night,
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quite room,
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I have not left.
Mimi never left us, as she is everywhere