We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
But when the morn came dim and sad
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed–she had
Another morn than ours.
Turn Again To Life
A short funeral poem by Mary Lee Hall about finding your way through grief and being thankful for time with a loved one.