There was no tears
No painful sighs
No awkward talk
That precedes cries
No one wore black
Or did their hair
No one shook hands
No one was there
There was no coffin
No big strong men
Just some lilies
On something wooden
There was no grave
Or soil just dug
No tearful Mom
Who needs a hug
For those whose loves
Are dead and gone
You feel sad
And you are wrong
For death is not
All dull and bare
My sister is a lily
On a grave that isn't there.
