Grim's Porch

A poem about a 'person' waiting for Grim to arrive. That 'person' is calling his/her child/grandchild to join him/her. But Why? For salvation? Or to join in death?
Join me sweetie on the porch,
Grim should be here soon.

Your Grandpa says he's a good man,
He should be here around noon.

Grandpa says Grim is skinny as bone,
And his skin is pale like the moon.

Grim is taking me away,
Won't you come and sing a tune?

Nothing will happen I'm sure,
But I can be such a loon.

Hurry darling, to the porch!
Grim should be here soon!
Published: 3/20/2013
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