Closed coffin, no last look only to remember
those eyes that could mesmerize
with one arresting ocean blue glance
A tiny breath, for if I breathe
I’ll drift away into the memories
that haunt me to this day
The tears will come spilling, falling
shrouding, fading the brilliant sun
whenever I hear this mournful song.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This song was played at my husband’s funeral and even now, 25 years later it is one that gets me every time I hear it, no matter where I am. He was a musician and used to sing this to me.
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