The Chisolms

In a crepitated house, lived vagrants.
They came from the North as homeless.

The mother was mixed and the father was white.
They came with only shoes on their feet and the clothes on their backs.

On a warm day in May, the man the children mother was cheating with 
     killed their father.

Not to alter faith, in the month of May, Erma entered the house and 
     committed suicide.

Her last words were that her children would do better with her out 
     of their lives.

The oldest child was fourteen years.
The youngest was three and cognitive impaired.

There were eleven children in all.
Someone sat their house on fire and now all’s gone.
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PENNED ON JULY 22, 2014!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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A. Sharma Avatar
July 23, 2014 at 7:57 AM
Very sad ,, extremely sad write,, miseries in world r endless,, great one Verlena!
Walker  Avatar
July 23, 2014 at 11:16 AM
Thanks Dr. Upma... Verlena
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