The little Church was crammed full
When my brother left this plane
A kilted piper piped him in
Then piped him out again
Abide with me it skirled out
Bringing lumps to lots of throats
And many cheeks were watered
From eyes that looked like moats
Lips with teeth were bitten
To keep the sobbing locked inside
But even with this action
Our pain we could not hide
The faces they were saddened
From the loss of one so dear
Eyes from empty hollows stared
Nothing now was very clear
Today my brother left us
For a better place to dwell
And it won’t be a long time
Till we all join him as well
To once more be a family
Like we were once before
Laughing joking telling stories
No need to worry anymore
Categories:
skirled, bereavement, brother, death, family,
Form: Rhyme