Death, A Cruel Thief

by Brandi M
(USA)

I remember, back in elementary.
Laughter, flowers, animals and trees,
With friends around, twas always same,
Until our counselor came.
She carried news of a student dead,
A friend whose soul had fled,
And on that day laughter trailed off,
And all heard was sobbing and coughs,
For Death was a cruel thief past,
And a child's life hadn't last.
A mother's wail last now and tomorrow,
Forever entrusting a nagging sorrow.
Now I tell you, Death is a cruel one,
Death-a cruel thief, hidden from sun.