Death knocked and little Paul opened the door… Even though Dad had yelled ‘close that door’, it was no use. Little Paul went along with Death. We still ran after him, but it was too late. We have buried little Paul. We made funny faces, to make him laugh. We put his picture on the table. We thought a lot about little Paul and about Death who took him away …
A moving and poetic story about saying goodbye to a child.
Themes: death, mourning, family