Wilbert Webb Poet Free verse

Ten Little Indians

To start a family with that in mind...So it was.

The job complete was quite a run.

Seventeen years and Ten were born.

Seventeen years of love and toil.

The process was repeated, All but for one.

Not Ten, not Nine...Less, but more than none.

As of this writing five have passed.

I knew them in youth, there should have been more.

Passed they are without memories in age.

I will attempt to know more with the remaining Four.

With my parting...Memories no more. 

Copyright 2021

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L Milton Hankins September 26, 2021 at 10:46 AM Wilbert, I was really moved by your poem. I'm not sure I understand all that you were saying, but I felt a sense of loss ("five have passed") and I empathize with you, for I too have experienced loss.

Darlene De Beaulieu September 26, 2021 at 10:38 AM Hello Wibert Webb, so sorry for your loss. We never know when a family member will pass on. I hope all is well with you. enjoy your weekend.