“Where She Lies” Epitaph by Athanasios Pallas

Athanasios Pallas

There she lies as soft as a feather

Never being disturbed by the weather

Flowers now bloom where you lie

The reason for this I don’t know why

Perhaps it was your sweet smile

That made these flowers want to stay for a while

Although it’s foolish and silly

Now the weather is getting quite chilly

Soon the flowers will wilt and die

But here you will still lie