Rhymes, Rants & Accolades from North Central BC

April 12th Poem by Doris

In our family

time is measured

by deaths

as well as births.

Not just family

or people we know

But musicians

and actors

Well loved because

we enjoyed

their talents.

My mother


when Bing Crosby


And I wept

At Johnny Horton’s


My daughter cried

when Elvis died

And my son cried

when John Lennon died.

And now it seems

There’s no one left…


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