Father to five, beloved son,
you left far too suddenly.
Unable to escape or run,
knees buckled at Death’s glee.
And we were left behind in shock,
screams and rampant grief.
Angry words turned empty talk,
echoed wails with no relief.
Standing graveside, stooped in loss,
tears drenched with memories
fell upon your coffin etched with cross,
placed ‘neath quaking Aspen trees.
Rest now, my brother dear
and know that we are well.
Your children’s children keep you near,
and their children shall as well.
For all their hopes in future years
their smiles, their deeds in numbers swell,
all of these my brother dear
your legacy do tell.
Written for dVerse — asking us to do an elegy today.
Photo is my brother, nine years older than me, died far too young at 51. Gone more than twenty years, I still miss him.