"enough Death"

The last six years death has followed me... Took my dad so fast and now he's free... Three more went by as we caught our breath... My sister succumbed to cancer, too young for death... Another three went by as we gathered our feet... Yet that dark hand came again and took my brother-inlaw from his seat... I don't pray that much and that I will try to fix... Because death needs to find another road to have its kicks.. Now that this family has seen its share of pain, hope this dark cloud of death can bow its head in shame...