It Is With Deep Regret

I saw the officious black car drive off from my house as I entered the street. I will never forget the date. It was the first day of September, in fact I have cursed that date ever since. I will never forget the time either, I saw it on the big kitchen clock as I came in and dumped my school bag. It was fourteen minutes past four. The sun was still shining brightly outside, but the heat had gone out of the day. Then I heard my Mother crying, crying and wailing with big sobs like she had the hiccups. She was sitting right on the edge of the settee. A hanky covered both her hands as her head rocked gently back and forth. One of her heels was out from her shoe, pointing awkwardly upwards. There was a letter lying on the floor. A hand delivered letter. We had had a visitor. I cursed the fact my Father wasn"t home, I did not know what to say or do. I did a lot of cursing that day, but most of all I cursed the day my Brother ever joined the Army. Two Weeks Later. As I walk in to the room to say my last goodbye. I wonder if you know, could see and hear me cry. If somewhere up above, you could look down and see. Know how much your missed, for once we would agree. I find it oh so hard to say a last goodbye, I curse this heaven and earth and only wonder why. Nothing seems to shift this empty nagging pain. So I say my last goodbye until we meet again. And meet again we must, for it wasn"t till that day. That I found out to late I have so much to say. I want to tell you this I love you like no other. Oh why did God take you my one and only Brother.