Last Of A Dieing Breed (Song) Poem by Britney Hogue

I was born in a small town,
Spring of nineteen ninety one.
I was the product of love,
And five years of planning.
My parents remained together
Through greatness and hardship.
Something not many can say today.

I was raised in a small, country town
Where my family taught me everything.
From my Grandmothers and Mother,
How to sew, garden, and supply
From my Grandfathers and Father
How to hunt, fish, and survive.
I’m so grateful to be blessed by God.

It was just the other day I realized
How you don’t see my type much anymore.
So many divorces and broken families,
So much pain in the newest of faces.
Unfortunately for me that means,
I’m the last of a dieing breed.

Where’s the mothers, where’s the fathers
The parent’s meant to keep things all together
I was blessed by the love and strength
But what about the others, so misfortunate
It’s so difficult to be living in a generation
With a dieing breed

So many too worried about themselves
Where ever did we go wrong?
When responsibility and self-sacrifice
Has no meaning to the world any more
What did you expect to happen?
When we can’t take action on our mistakes
This world just falls apart

It was just the other day I realized
How you don’t see my type much anymore
So many divorces and broken families
So much pain in the newest of faces
Unfortunately for me that means
I’m the last of a dieing breed

Where’s the mothers, where’s the fathers
The parent’s meant to keep things all together
I was blessed by the love and strength
But what about the others, so misfortunate
It’s so difficult to be living in a generation
With a dieing breed