Final One

'fore World War 2, a little boy was born
And the family count was five
Rejoicing was: Word-of-the-Day,
A good time to be alive

Then came The War in Germany
And the husband/Dad was gone
The family count was down to four
But still, they carried on

The kids grew up, and helped their Mom
With chores, and paying jobs
But Times were hard and difficulties
Were accompanied by sobs.

Then came the call: The oldest son
Died where he’d gone to ski
Sadness and misery
The family now was: three

Hard times and tragedies
Continued to accrue … 
Then God called the Mom away,
Now there’s only two.

Today my only sibling passed away in sleep
It cannot be undone.
The little family
Has eroded down to one.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Lindley Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 10:39 AM
I hope this was not based on real life! Should that be the case , sorry to read of such great loss. The write is a very, very good one but also quite sad!!!!
Clark Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 11:30 AM
Sadly, Robert, it is based on a real life - but, not mine. The saga was that of a close friend of mine. I thank you for you comments ... and for stopping by. Jack C
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