Diminishing

Once we were seven but now we are three

Four of us taken away

I do arithmetic when I’m inclined

The angle still matters today

Now I have dreams I’m alone on a peak

My sister is standing near by

I see all the landscape,it looks green yet bleak.

They are gone but I don’t know why.

When we had a father we seemed to know joy

He took us up Rivington Pike.

He taught me to ride on my brother s old bike

That’s how I see him tonight

He sang and he whistled,he used to draw

Yet he died while we slept in the night

Good bye dear brother goodbye

Good by my mother good bye

Good bye little sister, we all miss you

We can never again kiss you

How you shinen up in sky.