September 15 1975

 September 15, 1975 

I did not hear the ring

Upon the fence I climbed

I saw my father leave

I heard the ambulance chimes

Without a spoken word

I could feel the fear

The world about to change

This was very clear

I heard my mothers voice

The facts she did unwind

Death had taken grandpa

Upon the fence I climbed

BjM 9-15-14

6 Years

Five yrs came and went
The Ink marks the date
A rocky road we traveled
The keeper of the gate

The focus blurred the message
of lessons meant to teach
The examples that were set
Did not match the preach.

The skills are learned behaviors
Of actions more than words
For proof as in the doing
Not following the herd.
12-12-17 BjM