This is the story of a little boy.
The type of little boy
that when he saw a toy picked it.
I meant to say he nicked it!
All because he loved his little sister
and she wanted to have a picnic.
Sadly he couldn’t.
Wasn’t there and missed it.
Barely able to escape by a hair he got hit.
by the type of drunk fella
that drove a truck,
he didn’t have a care,
so the little boy was out of luck.
The world wasn’t fair
and the once twins
were now one from a pair.
Sat bespoke on a stair
was a girl in a state of despair,
in a world beyond repair
her brother’d gone to the beyond,
spirit lost to the air.
So she took a stone
Tried to hit her temple
But thanks to all
She really wasn’t able.
So she cried,
Sat alone because no body who tried
could help her.
All the other mourners had left her.
As though she was a leper
they’d dread her presence.
All this because he’d tried to give her a present
But now he wasn’t present.
They’d lost their parents at five
Born by two but none was still alive
they didn’t understand what had happened
but misery had befallen
and her memory of all that was hazy
all people said to her was her dad was crazy.
‘Her brother though,
remembered the time at the docks where they stayed
because it was around the time they’d often prayed
and he’d had gander at the clock as their father took the glock.
So as the small arm moved to ten
he had heard two loud pops,
and gasps from shock.
Just like that they’d lost moms and pops.
There’d be no other birthdays,
With candy filled socks.
No fights between mom and dad,
Over round shiny rocks.
For while they’d often been mad
they’d been in the eyes of the children at least,”glad”.
But their father’d been selfish and now both parents were lost
Taken taken the daft route
and left the children to pay the cost.’
Another person came and sat.
‘The lady from child support
had never worn a hat.’
She told stories of candles and families
and lovely parks and lilies.
‘Oh how she loved lilies
Her parents’d named her Ann
but due to her size it would be said as little Ann
morphing into lil as people spoke and later Lilian.’
So though in pain
and afraid of the rain
‘It was a rainy day when she lost her mom to the gallows.’
She’d listened as the lady talked her mind from the shadows
then took her hand and brought some light to her day
the lady’s words had helped her
not forget and make all okay but to overcome the rage
and start to turn the page
in the book of her life to a new chapter.
I’d like to say Ann lived happy ever after.
But for the next few years she was in and out of depression
often eyes gazed in no particular direction.
thoughts all about why no one could have saved them before
as their lives had been torn apart.
In all this she grew and drew works or art
of beautiful angels
and ladies that were able anyone happy.
‘An example of which was her new mommy’
And wondered aloud
If the lady had come earlier could she
maybe,just maybe have her brother?