The Day You Died Poem by Dean Bottomley

Why is it bright? Why is the sun shining?
Why are white fluffy clothes polishing a blue sky?
Why do sunbeams play with the dew’s diamonds?
It should be dull: it should be grey.
It should be mizzled rain, and dripping leaves.
For this is the day you died?

Should it really be dull and sad my son?
Should it be depressing that I went to meet my maker?
The one who created the wonders we shared;
The beauty and marvels we discovered together.
We had so many hours of close pleasure:
Nature is happy that we did.

Why do birds sing? Why do Kites shriek?
Why does the breezes whisper sweet nothings to the trees?
Why is the light bright and warming?
It should be silent: it should be cold.
Nature and creatures hold their breath
For this is the day you died.

They sing because I sing, they sing with me my son.
For a moment I was lost, as I thought we had parted.
It is not so, I am so close for all time.
The whispering breeze carried my touch
The warming sun is my arms around you.
Love all of nature, as we always did my son;
For this is our everlasting life, together.