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Death Came Visiting
by Brian Francis
It was so easy to watch them smile
while watching them growing up
Discovering life, making their way
Becoming what they will be
Making us laugh with glee and joy
their treasures they gathered just so
memories of days when they smiled
meanings lost behind unspoken words
It seemed so normal like any other day
A pat on the head a kiss on the cheek
who can remember the words we said
parting our ways and living our lives
the busyness of business filling the hours
Just humming along passing so fast
While they were hiding and cowering
in the clenches of fear and pure terror
Death came visiting the halls and danced
amid pleas for mercy and forgiveness
but death knows nothing but the harvest.
walking with purpose he chooses his prize
nothing can be done but to mourn and cry
to remember the smiles and the good times
living with regret and sorrow, embracing pain
counting the tears that never stop falling
02/20/2018 Posted on 02/20/2018
Copyright © 2025 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/27/18 at 06:50 AM Brian, oh how poignant is your poem. "but death knows nothing but the harvest" puts the power of the life to death in the forefront. One of the things I like about this poem and its author is the determination to feel the feelings no matter how difficult or heart-wrenching. To me, that is one of the challenges of and signs of maturity. Thanks so much. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/27/18 at 03:54 PM "but death knows nothing but the harvest." - that is a stunning line. From the simple joys of childhood you take us into that awful day. Well crafted. |
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