My mother , His wife

                 Today it happend , My heart was blackend.
      Cold my soul has become with emotions now numb ,
      Without passion , What had I done?
      Said without purpose , Not even a reason to live,With
      each day more a bore , My demise I can't ignore.
      At the age of 6 , My mother , the life bearer to me
      closed her eyes. I sometimes wonder if there was even
      a good-bye?
      At 17, I embrassed the look I last saw upon my fathers face , He knew the days left where few, Looking 
at a childhood I never knew..Left motherless in the hands 
of a father ...A man... that had lost too.
From his children his saddness he hides.
On our final crossing of paths , Fom his eyes
fell the tears he held for years , For his lover
he cried! For he too, never heard good-bye! 

                                           J.Driggers