To My Sister

Paula Kay

You have taken my sister home

Released her of heartache and pain

I know when it’s my time to come

I will bask in her love again

Yet my heart cries from missing her

My dark and saddened eyes do grieve

My memories and feelings stir

Life without her can’t be perceived

They say she’s in a better place

In my heart I know it is true

I long to see her smiling face

Shining with joy like it used to

She no longer suffers in pain

For this I thank you every day

Still unshed tears and sorrow reign

Hoping that somehow she could stay

My bosom laments with sorrow

Wishing she was now here with us

Still I know that come tomorrow

I will live on like we all must

From Heaven’s cup she does now sip

No dreams of hers she left unfilled

Relief came on her smiling lips

Showed that her tortured mind was stilled

When time with us grew near its end

With sweet reflections from our past

A truth of hope to us is lent

Our Love for her will ever last

Goodbye sweet sister and dear friend

I will keep you here in my heart

Though your time on earth might be spent

Our hearts will never be apart

This I will say to all the world

Praise God’s greatness in what you do

And when eternity unfurls

May your loved ones be there with you

Jerry Brotherton

The Backyard Poet

excerpt from ‘Incoherant Ramblings of an Old Man’

©All Rights Reserved 2017

 

Keep it Simple

Mrs. Backyard Poet was watching some movie the other day. I couldn’t tell you what the name of the movie was or anything else about it, except the closing theme song. It was simply the words ‘you can do anything’ repeated over and over again for what seemed like a thousand times. I was so irritated with it that I got up and left the room. But now, many days later, those words are still stuck in my head. Proving the analogy ‘keep it simple stupid’ is still the best practice and it reminded me of how our lives can be defined by just a few lines or even a few words.

Of all the eloquent speeches and writings of Martin Luther King, Jr. most people can sum him up with the simple phrase “I have a Dream”. Very few of us remember much more. What about Abraham Lincoln? If asked what words from ‘Abe’ do you remember, a vast majority would say “Four score and seven years ago” When we hear, “Elementary my dear Watson”, we immediately think of Sherlock Holmes even though it was never said by that character. Who can tell me the person responsible for, “What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone? How else can we put ourselves in harmonious relation with the great verities and consolations of the infinite and eternal? And I avow my faith that we are marching towards better days. Humanity will be cast down. We are going on swinging bravely forward along the grand high road and already behind the distant mountains is the promise of the sun.” Hardly anyone; but what about, “You make a living by what you get; you make a life by what you give” then we instantly think of Winston Churchill.

Because it’s simple and easy to remember.

Not yet convinced…let me give you a few simple words and see who comes to your mind. Disclaimer…some are not actual quotes from the person accredited for saying them.

“Let’s make America great again”

“Read my lips, no new taxes”

“I am not a crook”

“Walk softly and carry a big stick”

“We are bigger than Jesus”

“Play it again Sam”

“Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness”

“You get a car, you get a car, and you get a car”

Even when talking about our neighbors we shorten them to a few words. ‘He’s the bald guy that has the poodles’ or ‘the woman that drives the red minivan’ or ‘the couple with all the kids’. I can remember my father telling an acquaintance about me once.,“You know…the one that lives in the city. He’s married to Deb”. Thing is, everyone knew who he was talking about.

So I’ve been thinking, as us old people often do, about how I would like for my epitaph to read.

Father, Husband, Son, Poet…Friend.

Simple.

How do you want to be remembered?

Where did You Go?

Oh sweet poem

In my dreams

How all the world did love you

They knew your wisdom 

They saw your beauty

They felt your inspiration

They sang songs from your rhythms

When they spoke of greatness they shouted your name

And they smiled…for you brought them such peace and joy

 

But I awoke to find you had abandoned me

Left me alone to stare into the abyss

Of another hollow page

 

Survivors

In my life I’ve known bold men that laid down their souls

And we sing of their virtues through lyrics and prose

But none sing the praises of wives left alone

Or the children who live with no father at home

 

To glory we said and to battle they’d rush

While wives stay at home and forgive them they must

War is hell for everyone and we must never forget it

A prayer to the survivors who each day must relive it

 

Cycle of Life

At 9 I longed to be 16

At 16 I screamed to be 18

At 18 I begged to be 21

At 21 I thought surely life will be great at 30

At 30 I wished again to be 21

At 40 I begged for 18

At 50, I acted like 16

At 60 I dream of being 9

When I am 70,

Will I wish I had never been born?