Family
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2007

 

Mother is angry
Mother is sad
I sit and remember
The good times we had

Father is hopeless
Father is sick
With no will to heal
And speaking too quick

Sister is not here
Sister is away
Back in Stockholm
Sleeping the day

Brother is alone
Brother he moved out
Gathered a new family
And is rarely about

Sitting is here
The me in this lair
Mourning over
Our family dear

Used to be together
Used to be tight
Then it crumbled
But everything will be!

All right.