Tag: death

To My Sister

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming5 Comments

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

 

Survivors

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming16 Comments

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

 

The Summer of 2017

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming8 Comments

Hurricane M and Hurricane I

Lives and homes lost

In the blink of an eye

The fires of hell burning

All hope is lost

The world is churning

Awaiting the final cost

 

One man guns down five hundred plus

Wars have been declared for less

Yet we roll over without even a fuss

To save ourselves from the mess

Of passing a law that may offend a few

Even though it will save all the rest

 

So the cameras are rolling

The scene is all set

The Orange man is all aglow

We know there is a toll

That has not been paid yet

Will this be his final blow

Life

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming9 Comments

The stone is set;

My die has been cast

What the future brings;

Will slide into the past

No amount of want;

Can ever make it stay

It will fade into the memories;

Of just another day

Autumn in Montana

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories8 Comments

It is only the first day of your birth, yet you have already sent your color into the vines that cover the fence. As summer dances to a final song, you darkened the sky and hurled your dampness down from the heavens. You sprinkled the night air with the shiver of change. You are not death, but you are the final gasps of life. So fling your hue across the world and let me drink you in before the silence and stillness of winter turns me to stone.