His stories linger on

I stare at the photo,
Of a man I've never met.
But his stories linger,
I cannot forget.

He lost his mother,
at just the age of five.
According to the story,
He held her hand as she raggedly took her last breath.

He lost his father,
only a year later.
No kid,
should go through that.

I've never met him,
but his stories linger on.

His wife died of cancer,
she was only twenty-three.
the doctor gave he six months,
she only made it three.

His youngest son is paralyzed,
the car didn't stop.
He was only six,
It was so bad no doctor could fix it.

I never met him,
But his stories linger on.

His daughter was killed in a hit and run,
barely sixteen.
first day with her license,
now it's done and gone.

His stories linger on.