Closing My Brothers Curtain

Withered and old lay an iron curtain upon my heart It’s heavily weighted down from a tragedy of sorrow The light from the sun has been darkened by death this burden of loss now covering this coffin with lilies placed above for his purity as a white dove I stand looking down remembering my brothers love As I cast these words downward to his closed curtain I know he will hear them for this I am certain, we grew together though time as if we were a grapevine Tied together yet now I pray upon my knees closing, his curtain for the rest of time no longer to be seen, but today these memories brings his life back to me, Peeking through his curtain and looking behind me, for My favorite brother, “Tony” Contest:Curtains of your heart Sponsored By: Chantelle Anne Cooke Date Created: 12/21/2020