I'm not there, I did not die

Possibly one of the most beautiful poems on death, in my opinion. The rhythm is catchy and the content quite meaningful.  I hope you can read my handwriting (I'm fully aware it's quite cramped and not too straight), but otherwise you can read it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep
I could write loads about how I lost people and how I like the symbolism, but really, I think most people can relate to this poem in their own way. I just want to share it.
(something else with the same theme is the song "Ren Lenny Ren" by Acda en de Munnik (http://youtu.be/gSoYPzr7FSk, which is, unfortunately for foreign readers, in Dutch)