Smile please

Shrill of my first cries;

Mother though in post labour tiredness.

A smile bloomed on her lips

This journey,

How many long years

I carry lunch of laughter

In my travel bag.

How many innocent eyes

I caused to shed tears!

Pray, don’t weep,

Darling, please smile!

Hark, the rumble,

Death's chariot is approaching!

Hark, the rumble,

Death's chariot is approaching!

Adieu, dearie, adieu!

(Image: A painting depicting the chariot of death. Source: Wikimedia)