A Swan Song Poem by cheryl davis miller

Why is it you would want to hear
the music of my death cry?
You of all people have to know
that sound means, I will soon die.

Yet you taunt me on and on to
come sing you a lullaby.
The only question in my heart
is but to ask you why. Why?

You've known my weakness and my strength;
faults and all you'd not decry.
Yet now you bury your knife deep
I sing to you my goodbye..


cheryl davis miller 10/18/16