She lay there with her eyes closed. The lashes of her pale eyelids brushed across my face as I gently kissed her cheek.
She lay there with her eyes closed. So beautiful. So exposed. I held her limp hand in my strong grasp.
She lay there with her eyes closed. Memories of laughter, swing sets, swimming pools, pajamas, and silly games wafted through my memory.
She lay there with her eyes closed. A small tear began to dance down my worn face, then dripped off my chin on to the hand which held hers.
She lay there with her eyes closed. My daughter, so young, so innocent, broken and in eternal sleep. I leaned over her small body in that hospital bed.
She lay there with her eyes closed. "Goodbye.." I whispered.
