Upon This Year
I had looked forward to this year
Ignorant of what was to come
Why did it have to start with tears
Life was lachrymose, very glum
It was New Year’s during countdown
Three! Two! One! Ring! Ring! Cat’s dead!
I was helpless and out of town
This was a sign of what’s ahead.
It is now April, times are good
My uncle dies, sorry for your loss
I didn’t cry when I knew I should
For the family, I carried a cross
Father’s Day was to be happy
It was not for my aunt’s father
Who found his daughter sadly
Right before church, call the doctor
“It comes in threes!” I said
Boy was I wrong
So many more dead
For each we sang a song.
They all went quietly
Except for the cats
Who died rather violently
Killed just like rats
These blows to the heart were unexpected
But I don’t cry any more tears
Knowing God chose his selected
Backward I looked, what a year