Sorry about this one. I know it sounds like a suicide note, but it isn't. My son-in-law did die yesterday and I just had to write something. It is just my feeling that death is one of the milestones of time.

 

Time

 

Dad died.

His time, I sighed.

Mum died.

Not right, I cried.

Friend died.

His prime, I'm tried.

Mum-in-law died.

Sad loss, her side.

Sister died.

Too close, my side.

Dad-in-law died.

Long life, much pride.

Son-in-law died.

Oh shit! Sad time.

Time to write?

Time to grieve?

Time to fight?

Time to leave?

Time

Time

It's time.