1st Bad Habit! Poem by michelle al G

i was born
happy you were
smiling bright your face
without even winning a race
four years old i became
but sick he became
more and more each day
sooner or later
i realized that he was gone
The second came
My aunt
was so happy with us
sick she became
in blink of an eye
she was far away
The third came
my uncle
My second father shall i call him
Adoring us was his life
being around us
he loved to do
Knowing that we are related
Made him waked
illness took over him
time after time
He was gone like a lost dime
The forth came
My grandma
letting her go
i can't do
knowing i am going to lose her someday
like them
not letting go
and moving on
Was my first bad habit.!