John Tansey Poet I do not know?

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

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment