TIES THAT BIND

I've never really noticed,
How lucky I really am.
Think it's been that way,
Since I was in my pram.

Having a mum and dad,
That fought many battles.
Through depression and a war,
Siblings that fought a little more.

There where ties that bind us,
Our parents was the glue.
Time past by to quickly,
There was nothing left to do.

By the time dad had died,
There wasn't a lot left to say.
By the time mum went,
We went our separate ways.

Being the youngest in the family,
I wished for better day's.
There was much left unsaid,
Between the living and the dead.

I guess that is as it is today,
Yesteryears seems so far away.
When as kids we used to play,
As they do even to this day.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-02-03 at 02:43

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I related to this, having long lost parents , then three brothers, with just one left who I dislike, and two sisters that are strangers. It is in my marriage and friendships that I find meaning.
2026-02-03


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Looking back . . . bittersweet memories, but remembering being a kid and playing is the sweetest of all—that is what your poem does for me, awaken the kid in me.

Thank you, this rings true for me.
jim
2026-02-03


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Moving and wise. I was the youngest in my family, so I've lived to see my entire family pass. I think it was Longfellow who wrote a poem about ''the last leaf.''
2026-02-03