Dancing with Death.

I don’t know how to dance with Death,
Perhaps it can be a Ballet a Waltz.
All I know is that I must learn the steps.

When my father passed away it seemed to be a sombre walk,
Head down and not looking back.
I just held his hand as the music faded from his soul.

When my son died I hoped he would be  at peace.
His little heart just stopped beating.
It was a dance I will never forget.
I turned and bent forward in agony.
I don’t remember any music playing.

I have tried and tried,
But I just don’t know how to dance with death.