The depth of their love only ran so deep
And through the hard times, it would not keep
The child that they had, could not sleep
He senses something wrong and only weeps
Too young to know yet knew that he did
He knew one was gone because he added
Growing older was sad, for he was shielded
The other kids had Dads and he felt cheated
© 2011 Michael Yost
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-potluck-week-45-nature-and-life.html
Michael's Lair 