Death | Grief | Loneliness | Pain | Poetry | Suffering

LAMENT
Listen, children,
Your father is dead./From his old coats
I’ll make you little jackets;
I’ll make you little trousers
From his old pants.
There’ll be in his pockets
Things he used to put there.
Keys and pennies
Covered with tobacco:
Dan shall have the pennies
To save in his bank
Anne shall have the keys
To make a pretty noise with.
Life must go on
Though good men die:
Anne, eat your breakfast;
Dan, take your medicine
Life must go on:
I forget just why. Edna St. Vincent Millay