Why Do People Die? Poem by Dianna Nally

A few days ago I was asked a question
A question I have answered before.
But this time it was harder to answer
Because it was asked by my grandson who is four.

I don't believe in giving false answers
But I didn't want to scare the boy.
It's hard enough just to be asked to explain
And his love of life I did not want to destroy.

So I took the cowards way out this time
And I told him mommy and daddy will explain
I couldn't bring my self to tell him
That on this earth we will not remain.

Some how it seemed easier when my own kids asked
I was able to help them understand.
But I can't do that with my grandson
He's Nana's special little man.

Dianna Nally
11/6/04