Curtis Johnson Poet Couplet

Death, the Intruder

Always wondered what its like to be an adult son, because my father died early.

Longed to see the expression on grandmother's face at the sight of my daughter.


I will never experience growing old with four sibling who died before age 60.

Wondered. Longed. Never to know. It's the cruel offerings of death, the intruder.
				

072520PSCtest, Four Lines Poetry, Constance La France. 3P

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Constance La France July 29, 2020 at 5:24 PM Curtis, congratulations on your win in my 4 line contest with this wonderful write _Constance

Andrea Dietrich July 29, 2020 at 1:42 PM that is so sad, indeed. I really appreciate this poem in the contest. Congrats on your win

Line Gauthier July 28, 2020 at 6:23 PM This introspection is deeply touching. I have five siblings and only occasionally do I think of my luck that they are all healthy. Your poem is a reminder not to take these blessings for granted.

Aditi Mishra July 28, 2020 at 1:32 PM Indeed a cruel intruder. My blessings to you Curtis. This is such a heart wrenching muse penned with honest emotions. Congratulations on your win!

Carolyn Devonshire July 28, 2020 at 8:47 AM Curtis, your poem brought tears to my eyes as I thought of how it must have felt to lose your father at a young age -- and four siblings as well. Beautifully written! Congratulations on your win.

Jenna Logan July 28, 2020 at 4:46 AM Death really is intrusive. Congratulations on your lines being honored, Curtis.

Sigrid Ermine July 27, 2020 at 12:39 AM Many condolences for life's harsh reclaim of your close ones.