DEATH Poem: What Was Not Said, by Hannah Underhill

First, introduction
New life, enter with a cry.
No world corruption.

Sleep well, my dear.

Not fearing to fall,
So many fun, new things to try,
Time to do it all.

Live loud, my dear.

Room light always on.
Parents shake their heads and sigh,
Where has the baby gone?

New fear, my dear.

Into growing pains
Spread broken wings, learn to fly,
Fight the parents’ reins.

I cry, my dear.

Med schedule to tend.
Never shall I fear to die,
Feel far from the—

Goodbye, my dear.