In Memory Of: A Collection of Poetry

I was 42 years old when my father had passed. My Aunt Lorretta travelled from Springfield MO to attend the funeral. After the service she had gathered the family up and took pictures. One picture had my brothers Kenneth and Howard and myself. Howard was eleven years older than me the oldest of us while Kenneth was seven years older. Within the span of a year and a half when that photo was taken Kenneth passed away. He was 54 years old. A few months later my granddaughter Juanita would be stillborn. Two years after that Howard would pass. My sister and I would be the only ones left. Then in 2013 she would pass away too. Im the last one left.With my parents and siblings gone I have no one to share my memories with. The younger family members dont care to listen. Once I die the memories I have go with me. Thats why Ive written this book: to have my past remembered. Im not going to bother writing an entire lifetime into this book. This is just a few short stories and poems Ive written. Theres nothing to look forward to. This is the last chapter of my life. All my dreams that never came to fruition are fading. I have no desire to love again. This pain and memories stay firmly rooted into my mind like an emotional divorce. It took me to the edge of suicide at one point. The unexpected death of my son Erick in 1984 had left me empty gasping for breath. His death still haunts me. Three months later my mother passed on New Years Day. There were more tears and sorrow than happiness and laugher. Instead of making more memories Ive decided to share them.