Gun control

 I remember the first time I was cut deep with a razor

I didn't see how it could cut so easypaper Cut

I remember the first time I touched the flame of 

a burning candlelife goes on

Mom said "stop" looking her in the eyes

I just wanted to see

I remember the first time I buried 

someone close to me

we played in the sun, sandbox even mud

they were my cousins, my family blood

Like children We didn't share Easter candy well

Tammy and Lisa Kobel, you were in your Easter dresses

I remember your funerals 

why children are killed I don't know

God Bless you girls

Bob Jenkens

My dad had this razor that had a crank at the bottom, it would crank 

open like an astronomical observatory, inside was a jagged double-edged razor.

I dropped the razor on the floor, I cut my index finger and my thumb attempting 

to pick it up before I was caught.

I remember my mom at the stove cooking, I was on my knees in a kitchen chair

at the kitchen table. A candle burned in the center of the table. Mom seen it catch

my attention and started throwing my middle name at me but I looked her in her eyes

and held the tip of my finger in the tip of the flame.

My cousin's family mirrored our family, mom, dad, two girls and a boy.

Tammy was the same age as my older sister, Jeff was 9 the same age as me,

Lisa was the little sister and was the same age as my little sister.

Mom was watching all six of us at our house. The weather was too bad for her to send us out to play.

It must have been shortly after Easter because Our Easter baskets were still out with candy.

I remember mom taking the candy and splitting us up assigning us to different pieces of furniture.

The next time I saw Tammy and Lisa they were in their Easter dresses at their funeral.

They were murdered at a birthday party. It was the shooters kid having the birthday. His dad shot

him and his mom as well. My cousin Jeff survived because his dad flipped a couch over on him. 

That's what Jeff told me. Gun control is that an oxymoron.