When death came
Like the fierce rain of Summer
when death came and drained his body
To lift him, and take the breath
When death came
Like morning thunderstorms
I sat beside him and willed it fast, thinking
When is it going to bring his body home?
And I remembered all my life
My brothers, my sister, my parents
And I remembered my life with theirs
I thought of our lives as clouds, the same distance
in the sky, above, below, and far out
And each cloud a pleasure to the eyes
each cloud moving slowly in a different direction
I was sitting by my father's body
I was the little girl saying goodbye
wondering if he heard me call death cruel
And death came with the early morning
Louise Marie DelSanto
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-death-came/
