My Heroes Poem by John Sensele

Death sneaks into lives and robs parents
And fathers of beloved offspring.
Sons and daughters death fragments
In Winter, Summer, Autumn and Spring.

Four sisters and three brothers vanish
So as to test heaven's entry bound
To ask God to polish their finish
And increase their reward round.

A tear wets my face and steals
From me pleasant childhood experiences
Games, jokes, meals and laughter peals
We shared with clean consciences.