I wrote this November 2008, the last time I saw my youngest brother alive. He died December 2008. He would have been fifty three April 1, 2009.
The morning sky is cold and gray
It mirrors the feeling in my heart
I pray for you a better day
One free of pain, a brand new start.
You've always done the things you should
Your family could not ask for more
If I could trade with you I would
My years are greater by a score.
I cannot see a reason why
You suffer so much more than I.
Ron Flowers 2008
Bless you! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing