SYMBOL OF DEATH
By Christine Rightmyer
4.13.09
As my head slipped underwater,
All I could see were the lilies.
They call them the symbol of death…
Wouldn’t you agree?
The symbol of everything I wanted.
Wanting to slip away and never come back
The water closed in around me.
Wrapping its cool fingers over my body…
That was all I wanted, except…
You pulled me up before my time was gone.
Your fingers gripped my shoulders, eyes bearing into me.
The lilies were now gone, but you were here to stay.
