My Dearly Missed Brother

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    My Dearly Missed Brother


    The sun brings me to tears, the same sun
    That burns away my fears. When I think
    About my Brother Josh, all I can say is,
    Oh, my gosh. When I thought about
    How he died, I sat in his chair and just cried.
    When I was with him in his room, his heart
    Was not beating that familiar boom. The look
    He gave me with a sad smile, reminded me of the
    Days I was in denial. I don't want to let him go,
    But deep inside I'll always know, that even
    Though I can't see him, not even a glow, he will
    Always be there, this I know. And as the time
    Passes I'll see him without my glasses and
    Without my glasses, I will see once again, him and me.
    When I write his name, I'm never in shame even
    Though I feel I have myself to blame. Because now
    I know his soul is freed no more pain no more grieve.
    Now as I look at the sky above, all I see is his love,
    Josh wherever you are, with or without your car,
    I will cry for you until my years pass, and like
    You graduate at the top of my class.
    And now as I end this skit, I'll talk of no more
    Pain, no more spit. And you need to remember still,
    JOSH I love you and always will!

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    icu2 commented on My Dearly Missed Brother

    11-03-2009

    First of all.......Sorry for your loss. Why, why, why do we have to loose our loved ones? Nothing in life is more painful. This was written with such love, and truth. Well done, and carry on...things really will get better, I know first hand.

    dmwt70 commented on My Dearly Missed Brother

    03-07-2009

    Your poem brought tears to my eyes. You must have loved your brother very much.

    dmwt70 commented on My Dearly Missed Brother

    03-07-2009

    Your poem brought tears to my eyes. You must have loved your brother very much.

    dmwt70 commented on My Dearly Missed Brother

    03-07-2009

    Your poem brought tears to my eyes. You must have loved your brother very much.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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