This Thanksgiving I have much less to be thankful for.
Much less than I did just one year before.
When I lost Mom, I lost my mother and my best friend.
I had no idea how sick she was or that her life would end.
Four months later I lost my dad as well.
This Thanksgiving I’m living in Hell.
But I am thankful to still have my brother.
We have no parents, we only have each other.
Since March the 6th, I’ve had very little happiness.
Last year I had much to be thankful for but now I have much less.
The poem is dashing in emotional content for those that understand the in-depth part of losing a loved one and seeing lesser of the family unite as time goes by. I request for understanding stays here as the poet comforts himself by saying he has at the least one person left. Is it not a mystery that only those that experience this can understand the same.