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Hands clasped together resting on my knee
I sat
Staring at the baby blue felt box
Blue his favorite color, now he rests in that part of the rainbow
I feel my cheeks
Slowly becoming warmer and before I can think
About controlling the never ending spasms
I am crying again
My beautiful brother
He is sleeping
My mother whispers "I love you"
And the whole time I am trying to grasp what I feel
His best friends cry out with their fingers on instruments
Music was his life
He was mine
Not a lover
My brother
My mentor and biggest influence
Loved life with a zest I only wish I could have
And smiled to draw everyone around near
Face frozen
Wish I could've jumped in the deep earth with him
Disappeared from life
To forget it ever even happened
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Stacie Brantley
I recently lost my twenty year old brother in a one vehicle car crash. I have been writing since I was almost eleven, but I suppose with perfect understanding my most recent works have involved the death of my brother and my coping. Sometimes it seems that it is my only way of coping. And sometimes I can not even write anything.
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Moving Amy Megsin | Mar 18th, 2004
This was a very moving poem. It almost brought me to tears, which is a powerful things, because I haven't shed a single tear in years. I am sorry for your loss, but you have power in your words, and that will hopefully give you solice
Loosing a loved one Hannatu Ali Yunusa | Mar 23rd, 2004
That is a title of one of the chapters of my book "In different Phases". It is quite painful and beyond description when you loose someone you love and has always been with you. When your friends move away you feel a sense of loose, moreso when someone dies. Take heart, it is good that you express yourself in your writtings, to me writting is the best way i express myself even though must times words are not adequate to explain what i feel.
Hannatu Ali Yunusa
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