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.