Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight
To clean up the mess caused by a fight
That I had with Grief in the morning
When she came home without a warning
Then she left me to my plight
Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight
Then at noon it was Suffering
Her pesky kids she had to bring
They ran around and tore my home
Leaving me helpless they soon were gone
Now this place is a terrible sight
Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight
At evening it was the turn of Despair
To come and make me tear my hair
With her every step the house did tremble
The roof, the walls began to crumble
Who else now would make this right?
Death is a maid I’d welcome tonight
Frank Solanki 
I hope you’re doing okay now.
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I didn’t want to acknowledge this poem, but I cannot help but relate to it…
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A very strong poem. It went straight to the heart. Thank you.
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