To the right is the earliest evidence of the poem's existence that I have seen. If you can help or have similar sightings/recollections please tell me. A number of people have contacted me with their recollections of having seen the poem on very old tombstones (perhaps even dated before 1932, notably and most specifically in Texarkana Texas and Provincetown, Massachusetts) but despite my best efforts to research this (from the UK) I have as yet been unable to substantiate these sightings. I am especially keen to know of any sightings (especially photographic evidence) of the poem on old gravestones/tombstones. However, many different variations of the poem can now be found, and many different claims of authorship have been made, and continue to be made. The best evidence and research ( summarised below) indicates that Mary Frye is the author of the earliest version, and that she wrote it in 1932.
Debate surrounds the definitive and original wording of this remarkable verse, and for many the authorship is unresolved too. While generally now attributed to Mary Frye, the hugely popular bereavement poem 'Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep' (often shown as 'Don't Stand at My Grave and Weep) has uncertain history and origins.
Mom, I love you more and more, and miss you beyond words.Do not stand at my grave and weep Mary Frye's (attributed) famous inspirational poem, prayer, and bereavement verse Before I said 'Amen', I slipped the poem into the coffin. As I was doing so, I was holding her hand. Afterwards the poem was actually finished, so I walked over to Moms coffin and knelt down and prayed. This woman who lay here, well that is my Mom. As I got about 1/3 of the way through the 3 line, I was not only choking back tears, but actually crying. No tears, choking up, etc), I continued. 'Do not stand at my grave and weep' (I got through the first line okay. Several people spoke about Mom in one way, or another. I was able to recite the poem with no trouble. So I went online and printed out the entire poem. Earlier, we had recieved word that Mom would definately die, it was just a question of when. The family of that Crossing Guard submitted that poem under thier Mom's name. Inside it mentioned an NYPD Crossing Guard who was killed.
Ironically, when Mom was admitted into the hospital for brain cancer, I was going through the mail.
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