Dead she spoke

Do the dead speak.
Yes they do.
And she did.
As she lay cradled in my lap.
So lifeless to my warmth.

Her lips still so moist
Were those my tears.
Or she was about to speak.
Her tresses still shimmering in the light.
Ready to bounce back to life.
Her bosom so full and flowing.
Ready to feed my baby

I heard her in death.
She conveyed...my journey with you is over.
Now she will be our life.