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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Continued From: 2. "Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 2 http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195856 **************************************************************************** He loved to read. He loved to sing. He loved to dance and even act. He'd spend many days involved with his school plays. His mother's death however would put an end to all of that. Her loving memory probably grieved him all the rest of his short days. He loved her devotedly and he lost her at a time when she was the whole of his life. A large part of his heart surely died as he cried beside his mother at her deathbed that night. After Mrs Catherine Antrim was laid down to rest, her two sons would be separated and go from one foster home to the next. The kid must have wondered if he'd ever again see his brother Joe. Was Joe his older or younger brother? This is another fact we don't know. We do know that their step father, one William Antrim , abandoned the offspring of his departed wife Catherine. Catherine knew she was dying and probably married Antrim to insure that her boys would always have a family and home. If he promised to care for and love them, his promises weren't pure. Catherine no sooner died and Antrim was gone. He wasn't even there on the day that she died, nor during the days that preceded the end of her suffering pneumonia. With one last look into their eyes, he gave the brothers their final separate good byes. William Antrim then left the boys and moved to Clifton, Arizona. And so began the short and violent life of this unfortunate child. Legend doesn't accurately portray the brutal harshness of the true life he had lived. His was the tragedy of a promising young boy, forced to become a man while still a child. All would one day know him as Billy, the Kid. **************************************************************************** To Continue Go To: 4. Billy, the Kid http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195852
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