Poem -
For My Dead Brother
I know that there will never be flowers as pretty as the ones that were on your casket and I have to take cold showers now because I don’t want to be as hot as the summer that you died and I can’t look at brown eyes and think they were ever as beautiful as yours and every other laughs I hear now seem so much emptier than yours and I didn’t even believe in angels but I believed in you and I’m so sorry that you have to watch us all fall apart from wherever you are to see you kept us all together. I’m so sorry this happened to you and I’m so sorry you had to leave but I’ve never needed you to be my big brother more than now.
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Hello anonymous writer...
I am so sorry for your loss...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
The death of a brother, a lover, a friend or a child is something that can be overcome only with the time, despite being premature death is something that we always have on our horizon and must learn to accept it as something natural.
In the mind is the memory of the dead and their presence in the heart of the living persons. Anonymous pain contrasts with all those people who bury their parents, her former lover, your friends or any brother being still alive.
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