I’ll admit, I was a little surprised to see this poem in a book for children. It is quite a bit darker than most children’s poetry, but I think that is part of why I liked it. Poetry is one of those forms that shouldn’t shy away from a topic, because reading about it might make you feel better, at the end of the day.
Last Rites by Christina Rossetti
Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush-
Weave him a coffin of rush,
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow,
Raise him a tombstone of snow