Thursday, June 2, 2016

June 2, 2016 dVerse/Bingo


i suppose non of us are really young anymore              still it is hard to believe

you were the next chosen        the baby of the family       there are no answers 

                                                                                                  to the questions

of who is next                         who was first                                   or why

after all you had so much ahead     a young man so strong                 still a boy

chuckle as you left the room       a sparkle in your eyes          i remember you 

                                                                                                 as a small boy

so many of the characteristics still in tact                  you left this world too soon

the apple of your mother's eye       she held your hand                  never left you

                                                                                           to struggle on your own
you will be missed                   so handsome                                  sweet and kind          

it was your mother's fear                you would go too soon     one misstep

                                                                                              and down you would go                      

the story was written long ago     as it is for each of us        perhaps it is like bingo          

your grandmother's game            numbers are called               someone wins                          

we all exhale       soon the caller begins to call out the numbers again            we wait 

                                                                                    for the next number to be called

one day our numbers will be called       quietly we leave the room        did we win or lose

                                                                                    or is it just the nature of the game

June 2, 2016


brudberg said...

There is something cruel about that number being called to early... and maybe there is something like that in those who part.

Gayle Walters Rose said...

No, we never know who will be next to have his number called. We do take those who pass on too soon the hardest. We feel cheated from so much. Beautiful elegy, Annell...thanks so much for sharing.

Sumana Roy said...

"soon the caller begins to call out the numbers again we wait" ….that’s my position too…

Sherry Blue Sky said...

A mother's worst nightmare, to lose a child. So sad that death came too soon, and stole him away. I can hear him chuckle, leaving the room.....such a sad loss, Annell.