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Posted by MFish

My heart is in my throat,
My feet on the floor.
The words in my ears,
"I can't take this anymore."
"You don't know what it's like,
Please put me away.
I can't live like this,
Put me into a home,
For the rest of my day."

This love of mine,
For most of my life,
Is shredding my soul,
As if with a knife.
Her wit was quite funny,
Not dry, like mine.
She was/is smarter than me,
Without any doubt.
This most, terrible disease
is something, one could cry about.

A shadow fell across the moon
the day my brother died
and grief poured from my soul
and tore me up inside.

I can't remember, in this short life
and perhaps I've never tried,
to think about the grief and sorrow
the day my brother died,
for he was but a child of three
and should have lived, much longer.
I'm sure he would have if God had made
his body that much stronger.

The years have passed, as has the grief and sorrow
and eyes then wet with tears, have dried,
but I will always remember
the day my brother died.

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