Against Sudden Death

Do not crush my small flame
Suddenly and without warning,
But let me know the end is nigh,
And grant a brief respite that I
Might set my house in order,
That I might leave a well-replenished larder;
A moment’s time that I,
On tiptoe, might reach high
And brush away the cobwebs
That would obscure my sky.
I have no fear to die….
But give me time to tend and order these.
That I might leave behind
No ragged curtain fluttering in the breeze.

NATIONAL HOME MONTHLY (Canada)