halloween poem for kid

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
sleep, gray brother of death
friend, whose smile has come to be
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
grieve not for the invisible
do not grieve that it is over
to some the fat gods
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
a pen of steel
lo! 'tis a gala night
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
wheel me down by the meadow