Orphaned by war
In a cold distant land
After invaders raid
And a village burns
Three children, wander
Foundlings and orphans
Left behind
Without a guide
The memories a scar
In the catastrophe, separated
Into their adulthood
Alone, and apart
One was a poet
The other two warriors
Sharing blood, and outlook
They were spread
To the far horizons
Loving knowledge
And a love of books
Their life pathways chosen
From there they stood
Before the veil
Behind the fences
Time to grow
Time to move
In the end, when it was time
As seasons change, so do lives
They found one another
There was a reunion
And life was good
(Dedicated to my brother Nate and my sister Denise)
