Brother Of Our Souls
Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what now are
vintage Chevys, Buicks,
our lime-green Rambler.
1964-65 World's Fair in Queens
at the fireworks show-
we briefly lost you there,
found you with a good-hearted
police officer,
brother of our souls.
Us siblings watched Romper Room,
Wonderama, Lassie, Flintstones,
the Wonderful World of Disney
on Sunday nights,
so idyllic then,
before the tragic Vietnam War roiled
the country.
Christmas Eves waiting for
Santa's reindeer stirring on
the roof.
The decades, they passed too soon,
us siblings scattered and aged
out of our youth.
Life, it can take us on roads
far apart,
but I thought often of us,
brother of our souls.
You rode horses
Western style,
your Stetson shading your
fair freckled skin,
keep riding above the bounds
of the mortal earth,
your journey here is done.
Remember the 1960's brother,
that was the times of childhood,
of us,
and they will live on,
brother of our souls. ~
In Loving Memory of
Gerald DeGruchy
December 5, 1961-January 30, 2024
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2024
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