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 © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2014
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