Rhyme Time Iii-Death

In tears, my mommy came to say That life left Papa on this day— I squeezed eyes shut to fade away, To flee this world of life so brief Where boys this small must suffer grief And cope with tragic disbelief— Oh, Papa! Victim of life’s thief, And Mama crying on their bed: She wailed and wished he not be dead While neighbors gathered, full of dread, They milled about with solemn tread, All faces gray and clothing black, Their pity deep, for I did lack My Papa—oh! he’d not be back. How sobs and whimpers did me rack For earth, my life, had turned so wrong, All music stopped, I felt no song Until these words did lilt along: “Now, son, my dear, we must be strong,” In tears, my mommy came to say. December 14, 2017 Rhyme Time III Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor