Lost

I can’t remember the last words I said to you,

But since I can’t talk to the dead, those words will have to do.

When the family fell you always carried through,

I hope you’re happy with God and that she’s happy too.

I know you’re up there smiling, I don’t need the proof.

Because how can a man like you just disappear: ‘poof’.

But now your brothers and sister are all under one roof,

I’ve had my faith tested and I will tell the truth.

I miss you Marg, 93 and you had to go,

Packed up your bags and smiled, then set off on your own.

I hope that God shakes your hand from atop his throne,

Because you’ve left your house and gone to his home.

Did you ever see your father cry? With breathe and hands shaking?

As though clenched knuckles could hold a life that God had taken.

But now I don’t want to sleep because my fear of waking,

Up to a world without you. My head just starts aching.

With a mother and father split in a broken home,

I never had a house that I could call my own.

But had two families to tell me when I was doing wrong,

And keep me on the right path, to help me grow strong.

But all your teachings have gone because I lie choking,

On tears and cries for the two families now broken.

Broke home split further by the holes left,

Because, you can divorce but you can’t leave death.

To tell the truth I miss you both more than I can say,

I’ve wrote this poem or song 30 times today.

But every line falls apart because I can’t show,

How every second feels like I’m moving slow.

How I have to change the scheme to only two lines,

My brain hurts to think of more than just two rhymes.

I’d write a poem about loss, I think I always knew,

I just never figured it would be about you.

I miss you Sean I want to smile but I can’t even chuckle,

Because a muscle just stops and there goes an Uncle.

I miss you Marg and I hope you lived a happy life,

I hope you find your husband again and be a happy wife.

I miss you all and while I know I’ll see you again,

I’m scared for the people I’ll write about between now and then.

RIP Auntie Margaret,
RIP Uncle Sean,
One week took you both but you both gave me so many years.