The Dying Day

 Spring blooms change

And births life anew
Or so the poets say
But spring this year
Came to take my breath away
 For day by day
 Death suddenly came

Took my father's mother by the hand
And told her to come with To lands foreign
Never to return again
And not yet satisfied
Death came again within seven days
Decided my mother's brother
Is out of place
His hand too did
Death take Lead him from us far away
How strange it is that I still breathe
Yet they do not
For when I see their faces in my dreams
Their chest moves
And will move always I've never known them to appear any other way.