A Brother's Bond
The sun was slowly setting mixed with an atmosphere of peace and calm.
He sat as his usual place, knowing he is in no harm.
All he heard was the rustling of the trees and the birds that flew by.
He placed the flowers next to him as he wiped a tear from his eye.
He began to speak, starting off about his day.
The only person he could talk to, when he had much to say.
He knew he wouldn’t be interrupted as he carried on.
He wouldn’t be judged, even if he was wrong.
He soon became quiet, as he couldn’t stop the tears.
Saying “I really miss you bro and wish you were still here.”
He removed the old flowers and replaced them with the ones he bought
He sat there for hours with his six pack, deep into thought.
He reminisced about the days when they were young.
Laughed a little at the silly songs they once sung.
The mischief they got up to and the girls they use to date.
Two Casanovas you really couldn't hate.
Riding their motorbikes, popping a wheelie down the road.
No one dared to mess with them in their own abode.
How he wished he could relive those memorable days
And spend more time with his Bro, instead of at his grave.
The sun had disappeared, leaving an orange glow behind
He stood up, said a prayer and quietly sighed.
He wiped away the tears and pretended to be strong again.
And left his brother’s grave site filled with the same amount of pain.
RIP Uncle Owen
23 / 09 / 1966 – 05 / 09 / 1985
Written for my dear uncle who visits his brother’s grave on a daily basis.
I never got to meet him but I know he was an awesome person.
Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013
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