The Dance of Death

The dance of death has started And that's the way that it will be. I have hung around for my turn, Now there's no one left but me. My daddy was the first to go. He was followed by my mother. A brother and another died, Then brother after brother. They were gone and then my sister died, My husband and my young son. All in-laws and classmates have passed away. Surviving am I, the final one. The dance of death has touched Two generations after me. A sweet granddaughter and a great-grandson Have danced away prematurely, I am the family matriarch. And the dancing is getting more loud. I hope to do as I've done before, Just meld away in the crowd. Written: 3/1/19