On this, the second anniversary of the death of Seamus Heaney, I thought I’d share a poem I’d written, inspired by one he’d written. This is called No Guarantees, Inspired by Elegy for the Stillborn Child.
Some things we take for granted
Like having a long, healthy life
Some things we assume, we’ll naturally receive
When the allotted time scrolls around
Like jobs, relationships, kids
Some things we consider
Even more guaranteed than that
Like birth, death, and taxes
Or the fact that death will always follow birth
But sometimes even facts fail us.