Doctor Grandma

She was the oldest

She was the oldest,

mother to her siblings,

her mother 16 at her birth,

Two brothers, 4 sisters,

born after her,

She mothered them

as she grew,

when that handsome service man came along,

she picked up and left what she knew,

Being together as long as they were,

sharing a lifetime of years,

raising 6 children and seeing theirs too,

sharing much laughter, and tears,

But what is left when he is gone,

your house, and all that you saved?

when everything familiar to you,

has all been given away,

Unable to visit or travel

or go to a funeral,

Your brothers pass before you,

two sisters now are gone,

You hear him talking with you now,

His voice is calling you home,

You hear him saying your work here is done,

so “Come on Alice, let’s go!”

cfblack 04-03-2018

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