Final Goodbyes

March 14, 2018
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Her hands lie, pale and cold, folded, 

and a distant beat decreases slow. 

And so she lies and waits.

 

The light seems to fade away,

with each breath she loses color so,

her hands lie, pale and cold, folded.

 

When the sun rises, her breath shakes,

seems like the world knows it's her last,

and so she lies, and waits.

 

Her family come and say their final goodbyes.

They hear her final breath, they cry as

her hands lie, pale and cold, folded.

 

Her sisters, mourning of the funeral,

get done dressing her in her prettiest clothes,

and so she lies and waits.

 

Her funeral is over, everyone is done crying,

they close her casket and lower her in the the dirt.

Her hands lie, pale and cold, folded, 

and so she lies, and waits.






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