Gently

Death comes in gentler days crawling on padded shadows

It creeps like the shade of night taking hold of all

Blanketing hills and valleys, river and seas

None escape its muffled grasp

In an instant snatching away startled prey to comfort in its arms

Quieting the frightened babe with whispered lullabies 

Darkness enfolds the weary soldier

Broken mother, babe bundle of bones

A graveyard nursery where misery sleeps calmly

Each stone marking planted dreams

Rocked to sleep in forgetfulness

A tender kiss takes them home

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sombre yet beautifully descriptive. I have a fascination for old graveyards. There is one close to home, reclaimed by nature. Your poem transported me back there. Each one of us is destined to die, our living days, we should make the most of. None of us know how long we have got. Fine poetry Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris unlike others I see death as a kindness and equal for all. It is pain that I fear. Appreciate your read and comment my friend