John McChord

Six In Three

My father died but still his heart

Had all the sense to let it be

In all that sore and rotting part

Lay thorny six in three


Our father's father held more time

But should we ask of him what stayed

My heavied curse how I lose mine

Nigh to burn that breath ill prayed


They should meet the earth casket bound

To leave me here with quiet grief

Pray soon I should meet that ground

We'd let our grievance stay beneath


I'll sit and wish my days away

Till oh my father spoke of me

None for then and none today  

I'll burn and curse those six in three


  • SiwelMadaC

    Sorry to hear. Powerful words.

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