Mama Death

I will say to Death, 

“Thank you for waiting for me! 

I got nothing accomplished, 

But I had a lot of fun." 

I was a toddler in playschool, 

Covered in paint and dirt;

Adoring the teacher,

Dodging the bullies.

At the end of the day, 

Mama Death returned to pick me up,

Along with my empty lunch box.

She took me home

To wash me 

And cover me again, 

But only with dirt this time.