When A Child Gave A Flower To Death
Death wanders like mist in the night or dew in the morn
Leaving the fallen; new one’s to mourn. Growing forlorn
Knowing he’s sworn, showing remorse of towing more thorns
Needing new course, Lonely… Beeming with horns
Bleeding and torn. Deadly… Speaking’s Forewarn…
What wise warning would a willful man need?
The sky’s morning should fulfill man’s deed.
No man is sinless; the irony of the plot
Death’s job is endless; man’s life is not.
The premise - Angelic, sinless and without a blemish
Sweet Lilly lays like a sunbather bathes on a terrace in Venice
But inside is a tempest, a tremendous menace
Cancerous, persistent… Doctor’s growing consensus to end this
She was once vibrant and protected,
Childhood illusions erected like little horses collected,
A doll of a child, so perfectly perfected
Then her doctor elected for more tests and inspected
Subjected to injections to the area affected
But her body rejected, two more areas detected.
Doctors, the most respected, said she could never be corrected.
So frail and weak, still perfectly perfected.
Death drooled in the room like a melting candle
Uncomfortable like a sexual scandal
Lilly, holding her father’s hand, said, “Death must be a lonely man.”
Every person runs out of sand. Forever alone he’ll only stand.”
What makes you say that angel?
“I can see it in his eyes. In his bones I can!
He is sadder than I, it must be my time to die.
I’m ready daddy, don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt. I won’t lie.
Daddy, hand me a flower from that beautiful bouquet.
I want to give it to death as I pass his way, as I pass away.
Daddy I love you. You’ll get past this one day.
I’ll be with you along the way.”
Death was warmed by the thought
A feeling he’d forgot
Rest performed, healing brought.
Departed. Another shot
After all the tears are wept
Sunrise to sunset
All we can do is offer a rose to death…
And hope he accepts.
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