Lya
I found you upon a bed of roses
And you looked almost sleeping
The roses bathed the room in sweetly scent
That I almost missed the other stench
I had not seen you in so long
Startled was I to see not the girl I knew
But when I found myself beside the bed
I recognized my sister's face, only paler
Your feeble voice woke me from my reverie
And called my name so pleadingly
I felt my heart crack into pieces
As I grasped a perspiring hand
Then we both wept as I cradled your head
And listened to your last request
You looked almost sleeping in my arms
Sweet child, it was far too early
