Sudden Death, The Adult Orphan.

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Abstract

ollapsed on the floor I knew that you’d left us and gone out of life’s door.The shock of it all was a terrible thing. Sadness and grief it surely did bring. My Father cried tears that I’d never seen. A sadness of soul that he never had been.A widower’s life was now his to be. A loneliness present that we all could see. Alone at the table with only his grief. I knew at this point that his life would be brief.Some fifteen months later he exited life. Finally back with his beautiful wife. My first thoughts were sadness and

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that of relief. Two souls reunited and that's my belief.The circle is closed now and that's for the best. I know that you both now are safely at rest. I’m the sum of you both and I am still here. But fourteen years later I still shed a tear.This poem is written in memory of my Mother and Father, both born on the same day of the week, both died on the same day of the week. In the same room, in the same house, and of the same thing. Albeit fifteen months apart. I am made of them and all those that came before.</article></body>

The Grief Of The Loss of Both Parents

Once you were there, now you are gone. I’ll never find you through hither and yon. When you were found collapsed on the floor I knew that you’d left us and gone out of life’s door.

The shock of it all was a terrible thing. Sadness and grief it surely did bring. My Father cried tears that I’d never seen. A sadness of soul that he never had been.

A widower’s life was now his to be. A loneliness present that we all could see. Alone at the table with only his grief. I knew at this point that his life would be brief.

Some fifteen months later he exited life. Finally back with his beautiful wife. My first thoughts were sadness and that of relief. Two souls reunited and that's my belief.

The circle is closed now and that's for the best. I know that you both now are safely at rest. I’m the sum of you both and I am still here. But fourteen years later I still shed a tear.

This poem is written in memory of my Mother and Father, both born on the same day of the week, both died on the same day of the week. In the same room, in the same house, and of the same thing. Albeit fifteen months apart. I am made of them and all those that came before.