The Letter J
The alphabet soup
Is ready
A spoon in the bowl
Sort through the letters
To pick one
That touches your soul
My pick was a “J”
For Big “J”
My brother now gone
He’s with Mom and Dad
Up on high
That’s where they belong
A family of four
Three are gone
Only I remain
But my time is near
Soon we’ll be
A family again
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012
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