An Interview With Death Poem by Tanner Herndon

Why so kind, Death?
'I am a concerned Mother,
I wish the best for those,
Who are my children,
I look out for their best interests,
When winding down from a long,
Life, '
I see that you get your eyes,
From Father Time,
-Death laughs-
Anyways, where do you see yourself in twenty years?
'Oh, probably where I am now, having another interview,
Maybe. I am hoping to get a few grand children, soon.
That will be lovely, '
I smile sincerely at Death, and pat her hand,
I couldn't help but shiver at her touch,
The cold long ago kissed her flesh, and she remains forever preserved,
I thanked her for seeing me on such short notice,
-Death nods her head, and takes a drag of her cigarette-
I asked her what she's going to do after this interview,
-Death snuffs her cigarette and looks me in the eyes-
'I'm going show you where I live.'