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Siblings Farewell

 

Hasn't occurred yet, but with my eldest brother approaching 81, I am just preparing myself.


The youngest in the family,

Hard times experience,

If everything is equal,

They'll face the subsequence.


"Tis true, the older siblings

They see each new born child

That comes into the family,

Be they tame, or just wild.


If all things, they are equal,

And each child lives same years,

The younger siblings, have it tough,

And may shed MANY tears,


ESPECIALLY as the years pass,

For youngest, they will grieve

When older siblings breathe their last,

To second life, will leave.


While older siblings realised,

New infant, it was due,

Would maybe even known the date

Within a day or two.


They KNEW there WAS new sibling,

Perhaps, the gender told,

The date whene'er the babe should come,

 MAYBE, e'en yearned, to hold.    


However, as the years pass by,

This, NO ONE really knows,

Th'exact date of departure,

Whenever sibling 'goes'.


Those older, never missed newborn,

Before their birth date due,

Though THEY'll be missed by young 'uns,

Who'll have to live a few......


......More years without that sibling,

ESPECIALLY, if close,

If not in age, emotionally,

As metabolism slows.




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