“The only son is dead”

No warning, only shock

The man who was so full of life

hidden 6ft beneath the great green mother.

How do you prepare for such a tragedy

for life to be taken so abrupt

for ideas never to be thought.

A laugh never to be heard again,

a candle snuffed out, never to reignite,

a life swept away like a leaf in the river.

Black smoke erupts from his position,

signifying his departure.

Last you saw him

he was so excited

He got to take after his dad

and fight for his home.

You weren’t worried about him,

he would come back just like you did.

Except he didn’t.

How do you prepare 

to tell the family?

How do you prepare

for someone to explain his death?

How do you prepare

to never see him again?

How do you prepare?

You don’t.