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How Many More?

by Chris Sorrenti


how many more funerals
before my father’s
my mother’s
mine?

in a steady stream
the old ones leave me
and even some younger

the world I once knew
as a boy
teenager
young man
no longer recognizable
since the loss of so many

family
friends
even media icons
each a reminder
of the fragility of life

and yet with each teardrop
tear of soul’s fabric
there is a blessing
as the wound heals once more

perhaps this is God’s will
his way of preparing me
to accept that fateful day
when the next unwanted phone call
will tell of my own fragility

© 2002

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01/25/2019

Posted on 01/25/2019
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/26/19 at 06:35 PM

At least you believe! I only look forward to my atoms returning to where they belong. Maybe they can do more there than they have for the past 80+ years. Who knows. Nice write my friend. george

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/28/19 at 12:25 AM

Nice write, Chris. As much as I don’t look forward to that day, still I feel that death will speak truth like life never could. The sort of truth I have no choice but to handle and if not handle, have an eternity to familiarize myself with.

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