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
picture courtesy of ; Terri Jeans Photography, Nelsonville Ohio