Poem

I thought this poem up while laying in bed, half asleep, this morning.

Goodbye

I lay my head upon her chest
And feel the steady rise and fall of her breath

Slowly, but gently, the movement stops
But on her chest, my head is still propped

I lift my head, to say a prayer
Making sure to say farewell

I watch her go to meet her maker
While making sure not to wake her