Day 10: Seven

Her grandfather had seven sons
One grew tired
Before his time
One grew old
Before his wife
The youngest was buried with bullets
Another was a multiple life sentence escapee
Of the world's top despotic regime
But he wouldn't leave
His son or his father's memory
One died before he was four
And his brother
Grew distant
Before he was twelve
The middle son wasn't seen
Or heard from in twenty years
Her grandmother
Wished her the joy
Of raising seven men
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April is Poetry Month: 30 Days, 30 poems.
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