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
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
4 comments:
There is something cruel about that number being called to early... and maybe there is something like that in those who part.
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.
"soon the caller begins to call out the numbers again we wait" ….that’s my position too…
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.
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