The boy has discovered death
before he thought death only happened to swatted flies.
His aunt died
but when told that she had gone up to Jesus
he asked what she was doing in a casket in a hole in the ground.
He’s worried about me
now I’m so much older than other dads in the neighbourhood
wants me to live forever.
Yesterday we drove to where the forest fire had been seeing the dead forest
he cried not only for the trees
but also for the animals that must have perished.
Wish I could say something soothing
but I don’t want to tell lies
so he has to work it out himself.