Death Poems

Most of us at some point in our life experience losing someone close.  My mother passed away when I was 19 and since then I have become more comfortable with the idea of death.  I believe it is just another part in the circle of life.  I find death easier to deal with when I am writing.  All of  these poems deal with some form of death.  Not all will be losing of a loved one like the first two I have put out.  Keep checking back to see what I add.  I look forward to your comments.

Act of Pride

Whispering-

A voice dips through the crack we hear

"We have not money.  My

children deserve a better life,

away from the one bowl of 

oatmeal, half cup of juice, and 

potato pancakes for the past three years.

I listen to their constant stomach

growls, drifting to me 

from the termite-eaten table."

Tightening our circle by

the crack, the whispers dissipate into silence.

We clasp each others hand opening the 

kitchen door we creep through and

we see our mother's blood flow

peacefully onto the floor.

My sister speaks in a whisper - 

"Don't leave me."

Lost Son-

I walk through the cold

metal sliding doors that suck all the life

From outside - no germs allowed.

The caution sign reads

- don't light fire; oxygen in use -

The sterile iridescent lights

cast pale reflections against

the pale walls.  A man with pressed cream khakis

and white polo shirt rubs his dry eyes.

I take the moment to watch,

observing his face - thin line

etching stronger as I move closer.

Turning slowly with his sudden age

this man embraces me to share his grief;

all I can do is hold onto him.