Death

• Abby Jones, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2013

Death

Sorrow and pain seeping through,
Right down, touching the tip of your heart.
They are the loved ones that loved you too,
You see them dyeing, their blood as red as a jam tart.

You see their lifeless face
A face as white as whipped cream.
Their heart doesn’t seem at the right pace
You think, this is not what it seems

Their pulse has stopped it’s beat
You realize you just have to let them go
As you touch their skin that is cold, there is no heat.
You bend down low and say very slow,
Goodbye, goodbye once and for all.

You feel salty tears,
They have ended their years
And know that now they have gone.