First they took my father,
then consumed my mother –
Without the slightest hesitance
They came and took another
My sister left in tender years
They left me naught but pouring tears
We’re promised today and not the other
So they came again and claimed my brother
I prayed they’d come for me one day
But here I stand with feet of clay
And this belies my ardent fear
They’ll not return for many years
Leaving me with nothing more
Than dreams of how it was before
How cruel and painful can they get
My day will come, but not just yet
And so I stand here all alone
With a wounded heart and an empty home
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They’ve chained me to their whipping post
The Trinity it’s plain to see
Is all for One and none for me
The Winter Bites My Bones 
Wow the sadness just pours out of you! So much emotion in your writing! ((hug))
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You have no idea how much I appreciate you!
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I cried reading this… Can’t imagine losing so many people that I love.
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You know, Kenzie…my life is not all sadness, loss, and pain. In fact, there is so much brightness in it at times its blinding. The family I’ve lost are part of me, they are in my DNA and dwell every day in the depths of my heart. I am not alone. Dry your eyes.
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I understand! Actually the painful part is important to the artist in you. Brooke, recently wrote to me that she needed to be dumped. Though she doesn’t even date the idea was a good heartbreak would lead to epic paintings and fine songs. What she doesn’t get is no one would ever leave her if they had a chance to be with her.
Eyes are dry but the poem is quite moving.
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I have always believed that angels walk among us. With Brooke I am now convinced. Then that also makes your a guardian angel. How perfect.
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you have defined life
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I think I have suffered all of this because I have refused to let life define me.
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Like you–I am too stubborn to let the things that happen to me define me, but they do affect me
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Oh..they have affected me! I’ve spent a quarter of my life bouncing off the walls of how it affected me!
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some affects have made me grow up, some have made me sad, and others have made me grow out (my jeans are getting a little tight lately)
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I can’t imagine such loss but the pain poured through very clear 😦
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Thank you!
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