Poem text 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
Sweet~ You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning. you deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at you deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour. you deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are.
Laura Bohn: There’s no shortage of trees in Ottsville, Pennsylvania, where Laura Bohn and her husband, Richard Fiori, spend long weekends away from Laura Bohn Design Associates and BFI Construction. Photography by Wendy Silverstein.