Prayer

Underneath a symphony of whispers,

I stand beneath the prayer flags

That you hung around up for me in April

And listen to them flap from the breeze.

Although you’re not here anymore,

You’re still here to keep me company – for now

Here, to blow on the flags for your little girl so they fly again

Here, just to whisper, Lily, there is still life.

So go, and wander the villages

Like you always imagined,

I’m sorry I won’t be here to watch you grow

Om ah ni padme hung

You can go now.