Holding Back Tears
He was five
And I was ten
I loved his heart
His soul and gentleness
He had my heart
From the time I met him
When Mama brought him home
With his bottle of milk
I worshipped that child
His yellow hair and blue eyes
Smiling into mine
Lighting up my thoughts
Then a doctor said
“He has to have surgery”
Promised it would be easy
No reason at all to worry
Mama and Daddy took him in
For the operation
Stayed there with him for the time
It took to know he was ok
I stayed home and waited
Never worried for a moment
God would take care of him
He was such an angel, my brother
Then Mama and Daddy came in
Pale and swollen eyed
I didn’t have it in me to ask
I could see it without a word spoken
Little brother died that day
And for so many years
Holding back tears
Got me through the pain and grief
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
July 29, 2021
(This is my pastor's story.. I'm just retelling it for the contest - I haven't ever had a brother)
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2021
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