"Puppets"

                                    

                                          
Your foolish and fierce demeanour,
Firing through your bones,
Now lost forever.
Oh Reece,
Isn't it sad the way you cry? 
The ways we now have to remember,
that your mother is longer here to kiss you under the starry sky?
Your warm skin and kind demeanour,
Such a courageous and caring heart. 
Now lost forever.
Oh Mia, 
Isn't it sad the way you cry?
The ways we now have to remember,
that your father is no longer here to sing and wipe your rosy cheeks dry? 
Your witty and feisty demeanour,
A confident and powerful stance.
Now lost forever.
Oh Autumn, 
Isn't it sad the way you cry? 
The ways we now have to remember,
that your mother is no longer here to
promise that she'll support and hug you, 
until the day that she shall die?
So innocent and pure, 
Happy and bittersweet.
Now lost forever.
Oh children, 
Isn't it sad the way you cry?
How you plead at my feet with your battered bones and soulful cries, 
Dangling like puppets infront of my naked eye?