By Shericka Murphy

Oh please, please hush my darling…….….for all my love is near

I know you may not see me, but my soul is resting here

My spirit lies upon you….so you shall never live in fear.

I try to feel you in your sleep, but my fingers are so clear.

I hate to sit and watch you cry out every single tear.

And I yell and scream for you to stop, but my voice…it stays unheard

I can have a conversation with you, but you don’t ever hear a word

And it gets all of these emotions left in me all jumbled up and stirred

And so I light a candle for you….of frankincense and myrrh

I can hear you whisper under your breath “the house still smells like her”

And I try to hold you all the time, but I always make you cold

And all the feelings I feel right now…I will never be able to unfold

So I will linger in your vicinity until both of our spirits become old

And I know you know I’m here at times because I feel you look right through me

You’ll pace and pace and pace your feet, until you stop right to me

Lean your body against the wall, and wish you never knew me

And you walk into the other room….and you wait until it rains

You get out my old blue satin dress, and you try to wipe out the stains.

As I sit on the floor near your feet and study all your pains

You sit on the bed with my bleeding blue dress…and cradle my cremains