Richard Lamoureux Poet Quatrain

Death Has a Pretty Face

Death has a pretty face

Plant a bed of roses
On my grave my dear
When death comes to greet me
And I’m no longer here

My life has been fulfilling 
For I have loved you well
Death she is my sister
She borrows me a spell

I embrace the future
For I am not afraid
I don’t occupy a coffin
Or the ground where I am laid

Yes butterflies surround me
In paradise I roam
Death I do not fear her
For I am not alone

Plant a bed of roses
On my grave my dear
When death comes to greet me
And I’m no longer here

When Heaven’s gates are opened 
and your time has come
I’ll be there to greet you
For that is where we’re from

We’ll dance amidst gardens
In that lovely place
No more pain or sorrow
Gone without a trace

When Death’s purpose is fulfilled 
I pray she finds her rest
Her with that pretty face
Without her we wouldn’t be blessed.

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Eileen Manassian May 15, 2026 at 6:48 AM That's one way to think of death. Beautiful reflective piece. Your faith shines through. Waiting for a time where all will be well in paradise.

Joe Maverick March 23, 2026 at 12:45 AM Very good Richard, much reflection.)

Anna Hopper February 20, 2026 at 1:45 PM So freaking good! Ahhhh! I love it! Beautifully written!

Hilda Greenhough January 19, 2026 at 4:47 PM With somber optimism, your poem shows the way to light.

Jerry T Curtis January 3, 2026 at 10:17 AM Well Done, Richard . Death is easy, it's dying that can be difficult. God bless! C3U

Joanna Daniel December 29, 2025 at 11:54 PM So true, Richard, without death we cannot pass on to heaven where our Saviour waits to greet us:) happy new year wishes to you and yours:)

James Peranteau December 11, 2025 at 1:38 PM hello dear poet, it haz been a while, yet az alwayz, your write iz a soothing blessing...ty...much love

Eileen Manassian December 6, 2025 at 3:27 AM You do so well with picture prompts! Death can be welcome for some. Thanks for posting this poem here as well.