A Child Entering Death
A child
put to bed,
In a large, dark room;
At first, frightened
But then, the door creaks,
slightly ajar,
Where a skant slant of light,
carrying booms of laughter
floods the room
From its narrow wedge
The warm familial sounds
Of aunts and uncles
from a party next door,
Where old friends and family are
So the child rises up,
out of bed
And walks toward its light…
This is how we should enter Death.
John T Tansey
Copyright © John Tansey | Year Posted 2019
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