Who Are You

"Who are you", my heart asked her mesmerized, not aloud,

Smiling, shyly, she came, sitting besides me, her perfume heavenly,

Strange feelings as the sun set, sitting in my armchair,

I kept looking at her, as she came with a heavenliness unknown before,

Still dazed, she kept whispering 'my child', extending her arm,

Taking it, I never knew, that death was so sweet, motherly.