On grief

My daughter has the wisest eyes,
as behooves an ancient soul,
like bluish tinted summer skies
seen reflected from a shoal.

-"Whats grief?" she asked one sunny day
with the innocence of youth.
I choked and quickly turned away
as I hinted at the truth.

-"A man without compassion fears
his impending final breath."
-"For him all Joy is stained by tears."
-"Only Love does not know Death."