Kulapops! You sneaky woman! 
Closed eyes can't see the white roses,
Cold hands can't hold them, you know,
Breath that is stilled cannot gather
The odors that sweet from them blow
Death, with a peace beyond dreaming,
It's children of earth doth endow;
Life is the time we can help them,
So give them the flowers now!
From a poem by
Leigh M. Hodges