Sixty years ago today, my oldest brother–
Roger, left this world for another
He and eight others, in a fiery crash
Died as the plane exploded in a flash
I was five..,just barely alive
Waiting and wondering why my Mother cried
All somber and sad, the small box was placed before the pews
Draped in black, in front of the commuion rail, my only view
My brother– who the winter before–
Carried the Christmas tree through the door
I had waited for him snug in his bed
He would not come home again, for he was dead
Still I recall the chalkboard and colored chalk
He carried me down the stairs to see in his gentle walk
He no longer would sit me upon his knee
And light the cigarette and give me a puff, would he?
He joined the Air Force at seventeen
To be free and fly …his only dream
Now he wanders the sky above
Living with the God of Love
My condolence.
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thank you, Yoshiko…the heart remembers and never forgets, even as young as I was…Blessings to you!
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Welcome, Jane. Blessings
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What a beautiful and heart rendering tribute. Hugs my friend!
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thank you, Tersia..HUGS to you, too! ❤
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What a beautiful tribute! Clear sky to your brother!
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thank you…so kind of you to comment…blessings to you!
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Beautiful tribute, Jane. He died doing what he loved best. Bless his soul. 🙂
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Yes, so true, Celestine…thank you
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