Four boxes into the ground,
All within two years.
The first one hit me hard and fast,
Drawing many tears.

I vividly remember
Her smiling face,
Her curly hair.
Whenever things got dark and rough
She always showed she cared.

The second one was unexpected
And opened healing wounds.
It left a deep loneliness on home territory
And set new ground-rules.

The third one we greeted numbly,
Yet it still pained us all the same
We had seen too much death and suffering
Our family had been maimed.

As it turns 2005,
Another one departs.
There is too much sadness, too much woe
To feel much within our hearts.
Yet, there is a sense of loneliness
But something else as well.
Regret?
Longing?
Dismay?
Spite?
Of these I cannot tell,
But what I do know is that
The last of that generation has been felled.

And G-d’s will is not over yet,
For know I know how it feels
Just counting down the days
Until another bell peals.

 
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