Somebody’s father, grandfather and uncle.
Cousins whom we all grew up with,
most of them not identical.
Loving mothers and daughters.
Brothers and friends.
Dozens of others we all knew and loved,
There will always be a time to mourn,
but some years are worse than others
as we say goodbye to those who came into our homes
whom we never knew and others that we alone knew,
the latter the ones we reminisced about and wept for the most.
I hope you enjoy this. Sorry to be so angry, but posting this on Authorsden and here was really a pain.