The Weeping of Three

A fragile, dear soul slips into his grave
The soft sounding siren has swept him away
As waves to a beach or a shell to the sand
The items beneath are now part of the land

After his shift, the father of three
Was traveling home and was picking up speed
The sun masked the ice as he tipped back his flask
The wall that he hit made him fly through the glass

The news reached the ears while they waited at home
Half-grown, now confused from the words on the phone
The eldest, sixteen, sat her two sisters down
One year to the day when their mother had drowned

The grief that consumed them ate skin and then soul
The darkness surrounded, their minds lacked control
Battered and bruised, bloody, beaten, besmeared
Sullied and soiled, hearts heavy with fear

The weeping of three was a terrible sound
The noise of their tears were a thud to the ground
Shock and denial, then guilt and then pain
Bargaining anger, depressing dismay

Their father had struggled to build them a life
While numbing the pain after losing his wife
He failed to recover and never did heal,
Now who will pay for the little girl’s meals?

The state will decide where they spend their next days
A judge will then deem where they are set to stay
The life of a family may be torn apart
A sea and a wall left a thorn in their hearts

What will they do if divided and frayed?
The girls pack their bags and they set on their way
No journey is set, or location is known
Regardless, together is where they call home