She will place a flower on the grave
I held her as she sobbed
There are no words for this.
Her shuddering body made me cringe
Her blue eyes went pale and grey
As I held her
She'll clutch an urn of ashes
There are no words for this.
Not in any language.
She watches her sleep
Counting every breath
Waiting for that last moment to come
And hoping it won't
She holds her own
She cries in her father's arms
There are no words for this.
When I think of her I cringe
Brace for impact
I cry
Knowing
She will soon lie alone
And wish the ashes could speak
When the silence of them fills her
And the canvases lie grey and blank
Like her eyes
There are no words for this.
