Whisper To The Newly Dead - Poem by Johann Graham
She has said all her prayers, father.
You have heard them all before.
Now you see a silent daughter.
Shut her eyes and let her go.
The dawn to mourn is here, dear mother.
See her lay before your eyes.
Milk-white skin to a bluish color.
Sing her final lullabies.
The house is silent. How could this be?
Is this all just in your head?
Haunted by all the fond memories.
Whisper to the newly dead.
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