Death
Six hours into the longest
darkest night of the year,
more hours from
the reluctant dawn,
John turned his face to the wall
and breathed his last.
Life
It’s three years this evening
since Dad died.
But I shall not spend the day
in mourning.
There’s a group of children
I shall visit
Taking Gabriel, Mary, Joseph,
and a donkey
To tell the story of new life
in Jesus.
Rosalie Squires 