[fish hawk]

 THE BROTHER THAT HE WAS

There are no words to fill the void
and empty space upon my soul. 
This heart cries out in silent noise
that echoes only memories

The hillside, in it's flowered plot
stands out above the raging sea
where quietly his ashes rest
and leaves the river alone with me

The secret of a brother's love
the only thing that will not die
until united far above 
the pangs of life like shadows lie

Upon the hill, beneath a tree
he travels on and yet I stay
Somewhere above the sand and sea
he found the trail, I lost the way

The empty space I try to fill
while all the love he left with me
with all he did, with all he said
with all he was, I long to be
      the brother that he was to me. 

[JustAmy]

This brought tears this morning, Fish Hawk. It is beautiful. I could change the title to THE SISTER THAT SHE WAS. I miss her still.

Thank you for sharing this with us.

[jaycee]

Thank you, fish hawk, for the wonderful poem. I have a
brother and it is perfect for my feelings. I always enjoy
your poetry! Give us more....LOL!