My Brother's Resting Place.

From spring to winter I go everyday and sit upon my

brothers grave and pray. I lay fresh flowers taking in

the aroma of his bouquet. The place may be sad, but

the sight is quite nice, as the sunshine's upon my face

a gentle breeze passes through the trees.

I sit for a bit as I gaze across this sad place watching

the birds all fly away, as squirrels scurry up a tree so

happily with food God had given to them.

I sit and reminisce on that one fateful day when God

called my brothers name and took him away. For

twenty-one years I've held it all in believing it was my

fault and sin, for I was with dinky when his life ended.

He died in my arms as he took his last breath, I knew that

day I'd never get rest as I silently beat myself deep within

my chest. I swore to myself never to smile for my whole

family keeps me on trial. I've  not spoken to my brother

Jimmy in many years when God called  Dinky home for eternity

years.

My God its so sad they do not see how bad I've been broken

for twenty-one years. My two sisters Diane and Sheri are somewhat

the same, only they talk bad when using my name.I know they hate

me, but I still love them, do they not know my pain? I was

there as I was spared, Dinky had died it killed me inside.

I weep a silent  pain as my heart and soul holds all the strain

I sit upon his grave in hopes he has forgave. To get a glimpse

of my siblings love, I give from my heart with love from above.

My life is sad, lonely to, but God found away to take  my

blues. God has given me one special gift, not one person can

ever strip. That one special  gift I hold close to my soul, I now know

I was chosen to be by Dinky's side. I truly love my brother we said

our last I love you's and goodbye's. From that night to present my

heart deeply hurts and cries until the day we meet again laughing

and playing in paradise.     By Marion Thomas.