Memories of a Brother
An older brother, more like a dad
always there to protect and scold.
Knowing I could always depend
on you to be there for any need.
I took it for granted, you’d always be
there for me to lean upon.
With your passing, anger went deep
I could not eat_I could not sleep.
The anger grew with each passing day.
My heart turned cold_I could not pray.
The anger lessoned, turned to grief.
A grief so strong, I knew I’d never survive.
I couldn’t think about you at all,
To do so was more than I could stand.
I tried to pretend that you’d never been.
I turned from all, grew numb to all emotion.
Time passed, little things brought you to mind.
Memory wrenched at my gut and wasn’t kind.
I fought hard to forget, but it wasn’t to be.
Memories continued and set me free,
free to let you live in my heart.
Memories helped to keep you here and from
me never depart.
ÓElizabeth Melton Parsons