but they have EVERYthing

MY
COUSINS

My cousins, once,
Had Irish smiles,
Their laughter heard
For miles and miles.

My cousins, once,
Together prayed,
A force of faith
Their family made.

My cousins, once,
So watched, admired,
Examples of…
Joy, so desired.

My cousins, once,
Seized the day,
Pregnant with,
Vocations, they.

But then my cousins
Met the doctors,
Who should have been
Their holy proctors.

Instead, their faith,
They did abort,
Those who should
Defend the Fort.

Each cousin’s soul,
An emerald beryl,
Their souls sucked dry,
Now dirty-sterile.