The child lay dying quietly

face turned to the wondow bright

as if the child were a flower

to close up, when comes the night.

A woman watched him carefully

heart sorrow-filled and sore

she knew she had a lot to learn

as she mopped the hospital floor.

Why was no one watching this event

to help the child go to the light?

Yet he lay in peace, just waiting

possible for the shades of night.

I do have a lot to learn, she thought

this is the start of something more,

she noted his quiet acceptance

as she silently mopped the floor.

Then there waqs a subtly change

maybe, a half heard sigh

a fading of the light came

as birds went flying by.

I am a witness of a wonderful event

I thought I would be afraid.

But if a child can accept,

so can I accept this peace

so silently made.