In Pieces

Gone are the girls,
With their fair hair in curls,
To far lands unknown,
Until they're more grown.
Gone are my nieces,
I'm broken in pieces,
Pieces residing in Illinois,
California, and Provo.
Gone is one brother,One brother-in-law,One sister,One sister-in-law,and

my two little nieces.
And I'm broken in pieces.