(Poem) The Last Of The Family

The Last Of The Family


14 Is the most that our Clan could have ever been

8 Stillborns, breaks the heart of woman and man

One Brother for three days his heart let him be

With five for many years our little family did live


On my 36th our big brothers heart gave up

Depression and booze a bad combo to sup

Christmas the next year our Dads did give in

For almost seven years these pains did mend


A wreck took our Mom at the door to your haven

Our extended family fell apart as she went to Heaven

Sis, just you and I, we survived for almost 18 human years

Fear not the shivers you feel it’s just my Spirit protecting you


4 thoughts on “(Poem) The Last Of The Family

  1. What can I say? You will be missed, by many more than just me. My own brother left about 5 years ago and I still miss him dreadfully, almost as much as my Mom whom I lost at age 87 in 1995. Come to think of it, I’ll be 87 in another 10 days. My health ain’t all that good, but It’s nothing terminal, just damnably painful. I’m ready, too. Have been for the past 10 years or so. I just wish we had longer so I could get to know you better. What I do know I like.


    1. I am glad that you liked it Ms. Barbara. All things said there in is truthful except for the last line, but it will be true soon. My heart doctors have told me that they feel I have a zero percent chance of seeing Christmas and I can very plainly feel my health going down these past two months or so. I don’t expect it to be much longer but I am ready, I have been for quite some time now. I just feel bad for the ones I am having to leave behind.


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