Poem - 3 is the Unlucky Number

Unlucky, right now
is the number 3
a number of which
involving me
3 deaths
within 3 weeks
i worry for whom
the next may seek
ones who were close,
people i love
for the rest of thier days
will live on above
Float along freely,
angels of mine
protect me so soon
i will be fine
although, i do wish
you werent off the land
you all deserve to be
caressed by God's hand
as you all rest
within His embrace
i pray that he
will lend me His grace
it is the third week
dear Mary is gone
memories are all
i have from now on
It is overwhelming
now and today,
but hopefully soon
i will be okay*