What is a good death, Teacher?
And where might I look to find one?
Bad deaths abound
Alongside seemingly valiant deaths
And deaths of great sacrifice
But are they good deaths?
My new calendar hangs above me
Three young renaissance women
Observe life within and without
Through eyes that betray nothing
Wisps of pure virgin hair peek
From demur and ornate headpieces
Will they die good deaths, Teacher?
If so, why? When? And how?
And will they have led good lives?
Or will they muddle through
Whatever life requires of them?
Clean slates upon which dreams
Begin and end without a whimper
Good girls and good women
Who cared not for themselves
But for the needs of others
Now gone without a trace
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 7 January 2019
Hans Holbein sketch found at pinterest.com