Death

As a child your beloved pet dies
You ask your mother why
She tells you that its just a part of life
And so you accept that
 you don't want to question your parents
For are never wrong.

As an adolescent you start to question your parents
I questioned my father on death
his only response was
"You never fully understand death
You just have to accept it."
I have held onto that piece of knowledge since then

Reviews

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I think you could go further with this...at least a third stanza exploring what YOU think of death. I also have to say I think that the last line of the first stanza should be, "For THEY are never wrong," or something like that. This is a heavy topic though, and definitely worth exploring. I feel there should be a third stanza because you were questioning your father, and his answer reinforced what you learned when your beloved pet died (or at least according to the poem). Why wouldn't you want to say more about what your felt AFTER your father said that. It seems he was really just repeating what his parents may have told him. Where is the truth? That is the big question I think. Do we all just accept that death can't be questioned because that is what we are told, or is there something greater to see about death we haven't all seen yet?

[TheFeelsGuy]

I left the ending for you to decide on your own. It is up to you whether you want to accept it or question it. I just wanted to incite a feeling of wow I never really thought this through, I just kinda accepted it.

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Ah, okay, perfectly legitimate. You communicated your message well. The fact it made me think to question was intentional then...two parts me, and one part you perhaps, as I was reacting much to my own questions about death. (I have had some death in my life lately, so this is worth thinking about, thank you!)

[TheFeelsGuy]

No problem, thank you for the feed back.