this is a poem of a teacher that passed away she was
a very beautiful teacher and very nice when we found out at school we were
just upset and just depressed every teacher was crying she died from a heart
a tack in her drive way we were just shocked and she was in her 40s we will
not forget her and she was like family to the class

in memory of Mrs.Nancy Vanek

do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep. i am thousand winds that blow.
i am the diamond glints on snow.
i am the sunlight on ripened grain.
i am the gentle autumn's 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'm not there. i did not die.

by Megan Mullins from Mrs McLaughlin's class
 
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