ROBIN

For four decades death was a stranger to me
I empathised, I offered my shoulder but I did not really know death
then, this year, death came
an uncle, an aunt, another aunt, a friend
death came, they left
the clink of tea cups and teary smiles
cold and waxy sunken cheeks
“No more pain now Dad”, my daughter tells me with her smiling, bun filled mouth
she is four years old
she is right