Emily
Romano, US
Free Verse
Death Is
Not Cold
Death is not
cold, as some would have you think…
His touch is warm with fingers soft as mink;
He is quite kind and bodes mankind no ill;
He holds us close to help us up that hill
Whereon our feet would fear to tread alone,
For he’s aware of every stick and stone.
Death is not cold, he keeps the spirit warm,
Leaving behind the body’s rigid form…
A body which is pale and cold, I know,
And bloodless as a mound of frozen snow;
But he is warm, and like a cloak of love
Wraps tenderly around us like a glove.
Death is not cold, no matter what some say…
He’s not the one who takes our breath away,
He is the one who keeps us breathing still
In a new place, beyond the highest hill.
Death is a friend who hovers at our side,
Waiting to be our servant and our guide.
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Emily Romano