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
Written on 2026-02-03 at 02:43
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