Friday, September 14, 2012

Bedtime Chatter

I don't want to die, she said, as I tucked her in one night to bed
And she looked at me for help, to tell her somehow it would be alright
But there was little I could do, except to tell her as I tell myself
Do not think of it for now, you needn't worry for a while
Your time will come, and so will mine, 
But let us both pretend 'till then