For my Grandmother who passed away December 2, 1997

Death came whispering through the door.
Whispering across the bedroom floor.
Death came whispering upon the bed.
Most times it is nothing one should dread.

Death came whispering through the night.
Before the morning sky turned bright.
We'll miss the one death came whispering for.
Wondering if we'll meet again on a distant shore.

Death came whispering through the cool night air.
Even though we think life, is so unfair.
Death came whispering to take away the pain.
With death came our tears, like rain.

We'll miss the one we loved so much.
We'll miss the feel of their loving touch.
For every time there is a season.
Death came whispering for a reason.

Copyright ©2003 Mary L. B