As Expected

It was a routine death- Just expected… Just like the kiss on the bruised knee; The cooked breakfast made to build you up; The magical Christmas presents, Transforming an ordinary life Into a grotto of hopes and dreams. As expected even as the warm hand, Guiding from panic to safety Or the praise for a success gained Or consolation for a stupid mistake. Just expected...no surprise in the least, What can one expect when age corrodes and brings mortality to the brink. No point hanging about with treatment. It’s inevitable. A kindness. Routine arrangements need to be made To be sorted like a wedding ceremony, a christening or birthday party With old pennies wrapped in grease proof paper. Just expected like rain on a spring day, Or lush green exploding with life in May.