My brother the Angel
Can you remember the first tear that you remember? There is a thought that comes to me when I think of a tear. My mother. Or just any mother who may have lost a child. I had a brother I’ve not written about before on here anyway. He was younger than me. I don’t really remember him. But I remember the tears. I remember the sadness. I never really thought about it much, until one night I was babysitting Autumn and just could not even fathom losing a child. How it would almost take my heart if something happened to her or my nephews. I wrote this about my brother Daryl shortly after I thought of all someone losing a child.
My Brother the Angel
A beautiful face I never saw, but a soul that will live in my heart forever.
Were you perfect when you came? I saw you in my dreams.
I saw you in her eyes. I saw you in her heart. I saw you in her tears.
I know you must have gone straight to heaven when you left us.
That’s where I pictured you, a perfect angel baby.
Maybe one day little brother…
I will hold you and tell you how much I love you.
Maybe you were just to perfect for this world.
You will always be innocent and pure.
I never realized how much she must have hurt until I saw our brother
Lance bring home his little baby Autumn, with the perfect little face.
Her dark hair like I always heard you had when you were born.
She is so beautiful, unable to imagine my life without her.
Still Thinking 