Death, I Felt Your Hoof Beats Thunder

Death, I've seen your face before, heard your knock on my son's door, that time you came without forewarning, the shock, the grief, the endless mourning. This time I felt your hoof beats thunder, dark horse tearing all asunder, cold hand of death would seize another, lethally, you chose my mother. Death divides us like a wall, no encore, no curtain call, and though we can't be side by side, our love can cross this great divide. Life is short, or so they say, but grief elongates every day. Time, they say, will heal all wounds, but mine are deep and widely strewn. The midnight sky is bright with stars, I whisper to you "Au Revoir," a gentle breeze-my cheek is kissed, I hope you know how much you're missed. ©Danielle White