Family Tragedy In 1983

An older post, but still relevant…

Spirit VS Form – A Poor Life VS No Life

I’m filled with
Rage and grief
O’r the loss
Of my new niece

A summer breeze
The winter chill
A life of ease
Or a job that kills

The joy of love
The pain of loss
The will to live
And its cost

The love of parents
For their child
And the tendency
To go wild

Curse heavens and earth
Why this infant’s birth
Wasn’t meant to be
From the first

If there’s a God
As we’ve been told
Where’s the life
We’ve been sold – death

Does he smile – bemused
By our futile rage
But these are questions
For a sage – not me

–LE – 11/1/’83

PS: My brother told me of our family tragedy last night (11/1/83), the death of my youngest sister’s baby, only 2 hrs old.  Time for another reassessment of my views on life, death, and the rest.