Still he slept on.
I touched his sad hand.
Oh, how it troubles me he's gone.
Silence filled the room--as he lay upon his bed.
It was bittersweet for my brother and me
To have seen him before he was dead.
All the things I wish I'd told him.
As he lay so still that day.
That even though I barely knew him-
He'd touched my life in every way.
I remember many moments-
Although few there may be.
His voice can still fill my head
If I let it take control of me.
His face I can still picture-
Dark and brooding were his eyes.
Yet they shined of merriment-
Much like my brother's and mine.
Many things have changed now-
Since that moment inside his room.
I've grown into a woman-
My brother, a father and groom.
The days have passed us quickly.
Many years now since we've mourned!
I pray he knows how much I loved-
And that I am grateful for being born.
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