Faint Memories

Faint memories marble my mind;
crystal clear connections cling
like a spider's web,
visible only in a morning's dew,
rain down thoughts of you.

Wonders weaved within wear faint
on sticky silk that spiders spin.
Alluring once, but now, attached
to you, faint feelings flow.

Clear, concise recollections
evaporate with the morning's dew,
of all anyone had ever known of you,
of the children borne of you.

Such a waste went wanton tears
for you! Yesterday's yearned-for years
these faint, marbled memories mourned
all that is gone, all but forgotten -
fourteen years time, toll taken,
remembered only by one soul. Such waste
found in your disgrace
buried you in the ground.

The police sniper's bullet bashed more than brain
and brawn on that bleak September morn.
As your now-fatherless children cry,
"Why did my daddy have to die?"