Where Do the Flowers Go In Winter Part One

She is Dead numbness not sorrow not grief Just numbness. Over came me My eyes they are dry No tears can they shed My heart it is the same No feelings of loss No feelings of pain WHY? I must feel sadness But deep inside Deeply inside There is a spark of eternal Joy My sisters they weep openly A thousand tears of emptiness they release From redden eyes Even my father Who I thought I honestly believed Had long ago Stopped loving her He cries alone in a chair by his bed Alone in the dark Gently the tears roll off his cheek To his lap Quietly Silently He lets them roll Than suddenly he grasp his face With both his big hands As if to tare out his eyes His head and back collapse to his knees He falls from his chair And snobs. Yes even Father Who treated her so cold Even he loved her. She is Dead. Gone from this life forever But that is what she wanted When I was but a lad of nine And she a lady of thirty three Do you know what she told me? When we were in the car Just her and me "I want to die!" She said it Just like that "I want to die before I'm fifty I don't want to age" "But Mommy I love you" Tears seep from this babe's face "Mommy you must live forever! I love you Mommy! I love you Mom-" "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I wish I was dead so I would never Have to see your face again!" After that day I stopped loving her How could I love something I might lose? How could a boy A mere boy Understand? (continued Where do the Flowers go in Winter (Part two)