Lullaby

I was thinking before he died,
how things would be.
How things would change,
between him and me.
We loved each other so much,
not even word could descrbe,
so while I waited in the vistor's chair,
I'd sing him a lullaby.
I sung, and sung,
'til my throat went dry,
when I truned to him seeing him sleep peacfully.
But I noticed his chest was not going up nor down.
My eyes became wet, and I frowned.
I went and hugged him, kissed his head,
when he said:
"Thanks for the lullaby."
And drifted off to sleep...forever.