Legacy

The music is blazing.
It makes my father smile.
We listen to it every day
As we drive another mile.

My sister writes a stanza.
It reminds me of my father.
They say he was a poet.
I’m his youngest daughter.

I write with no form;
Just spit out a verse.
The words are lackluster.
I begin to rehearse.

Much more is taken,
Ripped from our hand.
We are beaten down.
I struggle to stand.

The light never comes.
In the depths of despair,
Words burst through;
A glorious flare.

I am not alone in this cage.
These feelings aren't new.
They need to know I'm here.
I know just what to do.

Pain flows from my fingers.
My words ravaged by hunger.
My eloquence is lacking
But the meaning is thunder.

I reach out a hand;
A comrade in the fight.
Make my words strong;
Strive to do what is right.

Tragedy is all around
Music is a calming sound
Sometimes the words can be found
I pick up a pen and write it all down.